YOUR RSL…

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)