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.–Laurence Binyon
Nineteen Years
All Purls. No Swine.
All Purls. No Swine.
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.–Laurence Binyon
I can’t believe it’s nearly 20 years. I, like millions, can remember it like it was yesterday. Like covid-19, if anyone had suggested such horror would be possible they’d have been dismissed as barmy.