

Wesham Pays its' Respects


The Remembrance Service has, over the years, increased in numbers attending at the Memorial. For the organisers it was particularly pleasing to see so many young people attending and laying wreaths.

"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"
The Last Post and Reveille was played by Ben Wood from the 2 Rifles Regiment.
A poem was read by the Mayor, Councillor Linda Nulty:-
In Flanders Fields
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 live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were Loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up your 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. John Macrae
In Flanders Fields
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 live, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were Loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up your 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. John Macrae
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