Thursday 11 November 2010

The debt we owe

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 
They sit no more at familiar tables of home; 
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; 
They sleep beyond England's foam.



Grant eternal rest, O Lord, and light perpetual shine upon them.

EF Miller, 2nd Lancs Fus  12 October 1916, The Somme

1 comment :

  1. Poignant words, their suffering seems incomprehensible now.

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