My great-uncle, who died at Gallipoli, aged 18.
They shall not grow 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.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning.
We will remember them.
This is lovely, Marie... ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tracy. We both have a connection to York - but yours is PA. Marie x
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