"At the going down of the sun..."

I thought about going down to the beach this evening for the sun-setting, but it was cloudy after tea time so was thinking of an emergency Blip.

Looking out my living room window to my Bridges view, ;-) , lucky to view the sun setting earlier than expected with some beautiful colours and a good distance to see, still showing colour at 9.45pm.

D-Day - I couldn't remember the exact words in bold, then hunted and realised there was a whole extra bit to the poem than the bit we usually hear. First published in 1914 now used worldwide at Remembrance Services.

"For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain."

Written by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

The Last Post Bugle and hearing the Lone Piper at the Edinburgh Tattoo high up on the Castle Ramparts are two things that really stir the moods.

Amazed to see Veteran Para Jock Hutton, aged 89 jumping out of a plane with loads of others soldiers, good for him, must have been an amazing experience for him, veterans and others jumping.