Nottingham’s annual Civic Service of Remembrance and Parade took place at the War Memorial on the Victoria Embankment on Sunday (November 11).
Assorted dignitories in attendence, and The Lord Lieutenant of Nottinghamshire, Sir Andrew Buchanan, took the salute at the march past at the end of the service.
A bugler sounded the Last Post before two minutes silence followed by Reveille.
After the service the Lord Mayor took the salute outside the Council House during a march past of the South Notts Hussars Association following their service at St Mary?s Church in The Lace Market.
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 of 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]
[first published in the Times in September 1914]