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Remembering the ‘forgotten army’ VJ Day 2015

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A slideshow of the day is featured below

Amble played its part in the 70th anniversary of VJ Day, with a two minute silence and a moving tribute to the Far East soldiers and prisoners of war of WW2.

Members of Amble Town Council paid their respects and laid wreaths on behalf of the people of Amble and Radcliffe.

Representatives of the armed services also laid wreaths. Around seventy members of the public joined the service in the Town Square.

Mayor Craig Weir read out a description of the horrors endured by the Far East soldiers; those who were captured rarely spoke of their ordeal, but thanks to Amble veterans like the late Clarence Hedley, some details of the starvation, disease and forced labour have gradually come to light.

Town Councillor Jane Dargue read ‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Binyon (in full at the bottom of the page)

Here is a slideshow of the day:

‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Laurence Binyon

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.

 

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