On this solemn Armistice Day, our hearts collectively turn to honour the brave souls who have made the ultimate sacrifice in the service of their countries. As we stand in silent reflection, we pay tribute to the resilience, courage, and unwavering commitment of those who faced the harsh realities of war. Today, we gather not only to remember but to express our profound gratitude for the sacrifices that have shaped our world. In these moments of contemplation, let us unite in acknowledging the debt of gratitude we owe to the fallen heroes and their families, ensuring that their memories endure as a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Rudyard Kipling
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them.