The War Memorial

 

   

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Pictures of the 2003 Remembrance ceremony

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Janet Armstrong gives the reading

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Wreaths laid on the WW1 Memorial and the WW2 Memorials

 

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Lyndon, and Shaun Leeson playing the Last Post

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A moments reflection as the verse from the Kohima epitaph is read out
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The WW2 Memorial with wreaths from (left to right):
From all Officers of the West Yorkshire Police Keighley Division
 The HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse Survivors Association

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The WW1 Memorial with wreaths from (left to right):
Oakworth Juniors Football Club
The Oakworth Village Society
The Mayor and Councillors of Keighley Town council
The Lord Mayor and the People of Bradford
The poppies placed in the grass are from the people of Oakworth

The Kohima Epitaph

For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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.


They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

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