Yesterday was Remembrance Sunday (the closest Sunday to November 11th). I wondered what feelings a toy soldier would feel remembering the sacrifice of his fellow soldiers. I felt quite emotional and sad making this.
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.
(Binyon, 1914)
Princeofgonville, London, November 2014
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