At 18 years old my biggest concern was which cheap vodka to buy and what party to go to. Many of you were doing battle on the shores, watching your brothers die at your side. Whilst we will never comprehend that level of burden and sacrifice and any tribute we pay you will forever be dwarfed by your contribution to our lives, we will honour you in the only true way we can, remembrance.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
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.
Lest we forget