Green Fields Of France by The Men They Couldn't Hang
“Thinking about my dad, who had more courage at the age of 18 than I could ever imagine.”
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Thinking about my dad, who had more courage at the age of 18 than I could ever imagine.
This seems wholly appropriate for today. Any further comment is unnecessary.
This is the version that needs to be heard.
Do you mind Willie?
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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
Lest we forget
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