From the diaries and journals of WWII POWs came many touching letters and beautiful poetry. I found many pieces to cry over and sigh over at Stalag Luft1 Online.
Today I will share just one of them with you. The author is unknown but the message is simple and clear.
They shall not grow 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.
Lest We Forget.
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