The Last Post Association
Under dark, damp skies in farmers' fields
The Menin Gate - a foundation stone
A crowd of a few hundred waits silently
On this bright white memorial on shattered bone
At the stroke of 8pm every evening
Four men in greatcoats come not to play
But raise their bugles to their lips
To remember the Fallen at the end of each day
M.C. Newberry
Tue 7th Jan 2014 16:24
Very much to the point in their brevity, these
lines remind us of the commitment of those who
carry out their touching ceremony on behalf of
the rest of us.
This year will surely have much to offer on this
centenary of mankind's worst and best behaviour.