On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month 29
Written on many war memorials in the lands of the erstwhile British Empire are these lines from a poem called For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
We hope they will be remembered. We are not sure they will be for much longer.
