Emmetts Hill Remembrance Service

Photo by Geof Haywood

A good turn out for the Emmetts Hill Remembrance Service this morning, Friday 11th November, with 30+ present, several attending for the first time.

Many thanks to Rev Jonathan Martin who presided over the ceremony, Patrick Hopper Branch Standard Bearer, Geof Haywood for the citation, Nick Smart for taking charge of the Bugler and Rod Playford for laying the wreath.

On completion of the ceremony, I thanked all present for attending and wished them well.

Photos by Rod Playford

"For the Fallen" written by Laurence Binyon.

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 at 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.

'PM-PT'