This was a small town up the northern coast in Northern Ireland, Ballymena, where we were waiting for the next bus and happened to notice a message carved on a memorial, in a rose garden next to the bus terminus.
It read:
1914 - 1918
To the glory of God
In the everlasting memory of the officers, non-commissioned officers and men, from the Ballymena urban and rural districts, who fell in the great war. They shall not grow old, as we that are left to 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.
Wonderful words,
they were. So simple, yet it was so meaningful. In a small coastal town in
Antrim, people remember their martyrs so warmly even after a hundred years. Even
today, they speak out, 'Yes, we remember you'. Sometimes, that is all it takes to show your love and respect.
Salute to the poet
who composed this – a masterpiece of brevity.
2 comments:
well...that was nice :)
Thank you Ritesh.
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