A small remembrance for all those lost in conflict, and a thank-you to those who serve.
Marching Men
Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to Calvary.
Careless of eye and coarse of lip,
They marched in holiest fellowship.
That heaven might heal the world, they gave
Their earth-born dreams to deck the grave.
With souls unpurged and steadfast breath
They supped the sacrament of death.
And for each one, far off, apart,
Seven swords have rent a woman’s heart.
By Marjorie Pickthall
C.J. Brown, buried at Christchurch cemetery, Newport
The old lighthouse at Dunkirk, France
The red dragon at Mametz wood commemorating the 38th Welsh division, Somme, France;
the Menin Gate in Ieper, Belgium;
Poppies and trench in the Flanders region, Belgium.
Under BeechWood 
We must remember them! Such brave men who answered the call when their country needed them most. The mothers, wives and families left at first with pride, then the sadness was to follow for so many. God bless them all.
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Even now it happens Mary, so sad and for those that have to come back and often face a society that often does not care about the horrors they go through. It’s a strange world some times..
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