The Last Post
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McCDWYgVyps
The Exhortation
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 the morning
We will remember them.
We will remember them.
2 minutes silence.
Last Flight
Once we were young and burned the sky
But little thought to die.
Now we are old, How damped the fires,
How bitter cold.
The days grow shorter and memory too.
The fight is fainter and the victories few.
My eyes lack lustre but my heart beats fast,
I go to meet the Master in whose image
We are cast.
Shall I see fellow fliers?
Shall I laugh again on high?
Or will it be those fearful fires
When airmen lit the sky?
In Flanders Fields
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.
Benedict Arnold 