4 November 2020

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East Grinstead’s Remembrance Sunday will be very different this year as the World continues its battle with Covid-19. The country is now about to enter a second period of lockdown and we must all do our bit to follow advice, not to gather in groups and to protect each other.

There will be a short service of Remembrance at the High Street War Memorial. We ask that you do not attend, but rather take time to remember all those lost in conflicts, in your own way at home. We will be live streaming the service from 10.55am our Facebook page and later the footage will be available on this website. Please mark 2 minutes silence at 11am in your home, your gardens or your front doorsteps.

The road will only be closed for a short time as there will be no parade this year.

We also ask that you support The Royal British Legion.

For the Fallen

BY 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.

Please share so we can honour the fallen who did their bit to protect the living.

Poppies in the High Street beds provided by Sackville Lacemakers East Grinstead