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 the ocean’s foam.
Qiset over 2 years ago
Amen!
duggersd Premium Member over 2 years ago
Perhaps your grandfather? I am ever thankful someone took the risks and many paid the ultimate price so I did not have to. Thank you.
Olddog1 over 2 years ago
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 the ocean’s foam.
Laurence Bynion. “For the Fallen
j260 Premium Member over 2 years ago
Father, grandfather?Thankful all mine came home.
marilynnbyerly over 2 years ago
We’ve been very lucky. I don’t know of a family member who has been lost in a war going all the way back to the Civil War. RIP, Staff Sgt. Cavna.