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In that far off FieldYoung men etched forever in our short history, Some names unfortunately bathed in mystery, The last post on a bugle echoing and auditory For unknown soldiers resting in that far off field, Around the cenotaph we solemnly stand as one, Our heads held high, couragous deeds were done, So we can live today in a peace they bravely won, Giving their precious lives for us in that far off field, Remembering on the eleventh hour on the eleventh day, Respecting two minutes silence, bow our heads and pray, Their descendants will wear with pride a poppy display, That grew around our fallen heroes in that far off field. Lest we forget the price paid by these brave young men, Following orders signed elsewhere from the quill of a pen, They questioned them not and would still do it all again, Preparing their place for eternity in that far off field Lest We Forget 11-11-11 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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