On the 95th anniversary of the Armistice of “The Great War”, words composed early on in that grand folly are recalled:
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
The resonance in these words is powerful, and though we continue to go to war, it is an increasingly civilian world that marks this anniversary for the sake of recalling those lost in war.
Let us hope that one day in the not too distant future this truly becomes an anachronism, and not a day on which more names are inscribed in the halls of the departed.