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"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..."
Please take a moment to honor and remember
the courageous men of our coalition forces
who gave their lives for the people of Iraq
and the world.
Our heart and prayers go out to their families
Cpl. Stephen John Allbutt, Stoke-on-Trent, England
Sapper Luke Allsopp, London, England
Major Steve Ballard, Royal Marines
Lance Cpl. Shaun Andrew Brierley, 212 Signal Squadron
Color Sgt. John Cecil, Plymouth, England, Royal Marines
Trooper David Jeffrey Clarke, Littleworth, England
Staff Sgt. Simon Cullingworth, Essex, England
Lance Bombardier Llewelyn Karl Evans, Llandudno, Wale, Royal Artillery
Lt. Philip Green, RN 849 Squadron
Capt. Philip Stuart Guy, Royal Marines
Marine Sholto Hedenskog, Royal Marines
Sgt. Les Hehir, Poole, England, Royal Artillery
Lance Cpl. Matty Hull
Lt. Antony King, Helston, England, RN 849 Squadron
Lt. Marc Lawrence, RN 849 Squadron
Marine Christopher R. Maddison, Royal Marines
Flight Lt. Kevin Barry Main, RAF
Lance Cpl. Ian Malone, Dublin, Ireland
Staff Sgt. Chris Muir, Romsey, England, Royal Logistic Corps
Piper Christopher Muzvuru
Sgt. Steven Mark Roberts, Bradford, England,
Operator Mechanic Second Class Ian Seymour, Royal Artillery
Lance Cpl. Karl Shearer, Household Cavalry Regiment
Lance Cpl. Barry Stephen, Perth, Scotland
Warrant Officer Second Class Mark Stratford, Royal Marines
Fusilier Kelan John Turrington,
Maj. Jason Ward, Royal Marines
Lt. Philip West, Budock Water, RN 849 Squadron
Flight Lt. David Rhys Williams, RAF
Lt. James Williams, Falmouth, Cornwall, , RN 849 Squadron
Lt. Andrew Wilson, RN 849 Squadron
"...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 along the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain."
~~Lawrence Binyon~~
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