terça-feira, novembro 11

ARMISTÍCIO 1918

At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day of the eleventh month…SURRENDER!
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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.

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