P. Sinclair labehotierre@wanadoo.fr

H. L. Sinclair

I forgot to tell you it is 13C. We palced a British Memorial Cross with a poppy and told told Harold that Nicola remembered him.

"They went with song 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.

Thank you for giving me the honour of remembering Harold
Sinclair