As a mother of three sons and daughters, I think of all those sweet boys who went away to fight on foreign shores. I think of all the girls who worked on the home front or who joined the auxilliary forces abroad. And I think of their mothers who stayed at home waiting and praying that their families would return safely.
They shall not grow old as we who 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.
Lest we forget.
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