Lest we forget those poor souls of Blackpool last season

Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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.

Posted By: Ken Dodds Dads Dog, Feb 12, 14:08:06