Armistice

Laurence Binyon, war poet, has a local connection in that he grew up in Chelmsford before the War.  He was the son of Frederick Binyon, curate of St Mary’s Church Chelmsford.  We end this talk with these words:

“They went with songs to the battle, they were young

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow,

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted

They fell with their faces to the foe.

“They shall not grow old, as we are left to 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.”