10 November 2012
If it weren't for heroes and those that were scared Those that were orphans left to a life impaired Widows and widowers, their lives torn apart With tears in their eyes but pride in their heart I would not be here typing this ode to their memory They sacrificed all they had for you and me I can only hope if ever I had to stand and be counted I would walk to the front and leave no son disappointed I wear my poppy with honour and a heartfelt pride I will remember you all and give thanks for the future you gave when you died
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.
I Will Remember • Opuss № I