Time might have passed years have come and gone since the memory was made. It was people, people just like you and I who fought and died on those foreign fields, brothers, fathers, uncles, sons, whose bodies lay crumpled and lifeless waiting for someone to come along and give them dignity in death. War is a terrible thing, Today we remember, lest we forget. We remember the cost of war, in flesh and blood. We pray, we hope, we plead that one day, one day very soon, those horrors may end, for still today they continue, lives lost or maimed forever, uniforms bloodied by bombs and bullets the list of names grows ever longer. Lest we forget. And, the tortured bodies and minds that did return, To try and live again, echo's still within their heads, their minds, their hearts, of others lost, of sights that cannot be unseen, of cries that never quieten, of what ifs and if onlys. Lest we forget. Lest we forget those who in their return, return to loved ones whose suffering while quite different should neither be forgotten. They too lost, they too gave, they too paid the price of war. lives never to be the same again. families living on, deadened under a pall of silent pain and suffering. Lest we forget. Remember, do not forget the service men and women whose lives are lost, except to God and love. Remember, do not forget those who returned, forever changed. Remember, do not forget their families, Remember too, lest we forget. the countless others whose lives too came to a brutal and abrupt end whose lives would never be the same again, in camps and villages, in homes and fields, towns and cities, across the world. Lest we forget. Lest we forget the cost of war, the cost not only of lives but of communities, of respect, of tolerance for each and every person is precious in God’s sight. The mothers and unborn children, the daughters and wives, the elderly and the infirm, the sons and men to young or too old, to count among the fallen. Those of every creed and none. Lest we forget. Those who could not flee for they had nowhere to flee, those who dashed for safety, for shelters that didn’t offer the protection promised. Those who thought safety had been reached only to discover new challenges new dangers, new faces of death. Those who found a safe haven but whose lives are forever overshadowed with haunting memories. Lest we forget. For they could not, can not. Lest we forget.