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.
Laurence Binyan, For the Fallen
Sergeant Thomas William Saunders 1895 - 1917
My Great Uncle
A lovely tribute.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tilly. He was just a year older than my boy. It doesn't bear thinking about, does it?
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely, and sad. My maiden name is Sanders and I sometimes wonder if a distant relative changed it from Saunders after crossing the pond. I should delve into this.
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