I think I may suggest to Roy that we re-watch a bit of The Duchess of Duke Street tonight -- the part where she goes to Yorkshire for the unveiling of the memorial in Charlie Haslemere's small town.
We watched it. I find this quatrain almost unbearably moving:
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.
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A small town and a quiet place to remember.
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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.