"Remember Them All"
"For The Fallen"
Laurence Binyon's poem
First published in the Times September 1913

The poem honoured the World War One British dead of that war and in particular the
British Expeditionary Force. Over time the third and fourth stanzas (Although often just
the fourth) were claimed as a tribute for all casualties of war regardless of state.
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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"In Flanders Fields" is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First
World War by Canadian and physician Lieutenant Colonel John Mc Crae. He was
inspired to write it on May 3rd 1915, after presiding over the funeral of his friend and
fellow officer Alexis Helmer who died in the second battle of Ypres. According to
legend fellow soldiers retrieved the poem after Mc Crae intially unsatisfied with his
work discarded it. "In Flanders Fields" was first published on December 8th of that
year in the London based magazine "Punch"   

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
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae