🎖Frank Milward Newell 1899-1918
🎖Harry Pearce 1874-1916
Beaumont Hamel, France
🎖Walter Pearce 1883-1916
France and Flanders
🎖Horace Lennan Willats 1894-1916
🎖Alton Henry Willats 1889-1917
🎖Harry Ashley Willats 1889-1917
🎖David James E Willats 1898-1917
France and Flanders.
🎖James O’Connor 25 Oct 1915 The Royal Victoria Hospital, Netley Marsh, Hampshire, England.
🎖Thomas O’Connor 1896-2 Sept 1918 The Royal Victoria Hospital, Netley Marsh, Hampshire, England.
LEST WE FORGET
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, 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 contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
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.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.