YOUR RSL…
TAKE ANOTHER LOOK
IN FLANDERS FIELDS THE POPPIES BLOW
BETWEEN THE CROSSES, ROW ON ROW,
THAT MARK OUR PLACE: AND IN THE SKY
THE LARKS, STILL BRAVELY SINGING, FLY
- John McCrae (1872–1918)
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.
- Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)
