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.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
For the Fallen
For those who fought
and died,
Will always in our
hearts abide.
And sorrow's constant
and vigilant bill,
The cost of freedom's
bitter pill.
So bang the drum and bugles
note,
Eternal watch for foe
doth gloat.
And raise the sword
and don the helm,
For strife and death
is life’s cruel and steadfast game.
Can't disagree. A total waste in resources and a sickening waste in human life.
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