We that are left
“War does not determine who is right – only who is left.”
And, I suppose, we are left. Which immediately sends out an echo of those famous lines from Binyon’s poem:
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.
Before I was born, my Grandfather made the journey back to France and this picture was taken.
Laurence Binyon’s poem would ring true for him, I’m sure – as he could actually remember them personally and put faces to the dates and names of some of these graves.
Too many personal tragedies to contemplate. But we that are left should make the effort.