I don’t have impressive, soul touching words to express my feelings about Remembrance Day. Poets, soldiers and many others have done far better than I ever could. Instead I leave you with an exert from a poem written by Laurence Binyon just after the retreat from Mons and the victory of the Marne. The poem is called For The Fallen:
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.
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 
I love that poem – the words are engraved around the Monument in my home town. The names of local soldiers who died in the first and second world wars are engraved on plaques inside the building.
It’s such a beautiful poem. 🙂