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Hull Cenotaph. Remembrance Sunday, 2018

The Guildhall clock chimes
Eleven times this special day,
A great silence descends as
The two minutes tick away.
On parade at the Cenotaph,
An old man among old men
(Where did the years go for
In my mind I'm young again):

Not in best battledress
Or even Regimental Blues
But I'm booted and suited
With not quite bulled shoes,
And the old drill moves come back
So i manage to get them right
But age won't quite let me stand
To attention, back ramrod straight.

Mixed in with the younger ones we old
Men marched with swagger and pride
Through the applause of the crowds,
Who lined  the streets on either side.
For each of us in our way
Have walked that special walk
And we all still today
Can talk that special talk.

With pride and emotion we accepted
From those crowds at the parade
On behalf of those long dead
Recognition of sacrifices made.
I shall not march again,  this
Time I just needed to appear
To show my respect in this
One Hundredth Anniversary Year.

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