This year as ever we remember the fallen and within that I count those who served and have since passed to what Tankies call the Green Fields beyond This year has special resonance whereby we remember the dead at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in the year of our Lord 2011 So I reproduce below the poem "For the Fallen" by Binyon. For "England" we should read all the countries who contributed to the war effort to secure a freedom we now take for granted. Please reply to this with the name and any memory of or dedication to anyone we should and will remember at the 11th hour this year, "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 condemn. 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.