Some of us are lucky, our men came home.
from Simon's photos, (he's back left)
The boys that go away to war, come home as men.
We can hold them again, we can let them know how proud we are of them and talk long into the night of things they can tell us about. We know that they have seen so much, have lived through so much, most of which we will never know because they can't tell us. They are injured in some way each and every one of them, if not showing physical scars then carrying their mental ones with dignity.
We owe it to them to honour all those that did not return. To feel the pain of the parents of the boys and girls that did not return. To feel the ache of those empty arms that cannot hold their child one more time, that cannot wipe a tear from a pain etched face or hear a story told with hesitant words.
We owe so much to so many, lets take today, even just two minutes of today to pause our lives and say THANK YOU and you will be remembered.
They shall not grow 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.
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