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.
Today, as the sun rises over our nation's capital city - 6.36am - we remember the men and women who died to keep our country free.In honour of our fallen, we are proud to present a day of reflective book reviews.
We will remember them.
