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A memorial to a 99 year old British veteran- former Royal Marine Ernie Searling
The mist of mourning slowly leaks
through eyes now rheumed, down wrinkled cheeks,
his falling tears hold saddened glaze;
a soldier weeps his yesterdays.

In echoed thuds, loud mortar booms
play havoc as his mind entombs
the time gone by, his mem’ry strays;
a soldier weeps his yesterdays.

He counts the toll, recalls his friends
and tries to understand new trends.
He prays we’ll not repeat war’s craze,
a soldier weeps his yesterdays.

“New generations, hear my plea
please practice tolerance, the key
to harmony appraise;
a soldier weeps his yesterdays.

Today his heart bears burdened grief
and knows that war brings no relief,
memorials for mates, he lays,
a soldier weeps his yesterdays.

A Kyrielle

Spoken by former Royal Marine Ernie Searling (pictured above)

I feel very humble seeing so many hundreds of men and women on the parade today. So very, very humble, particularly those who are not with us on this day today… All I hope is that the future generations could see this parade, see some solidarity in it. See that the betterment of mankind in England, especially Great Britain, should be at its highest level. We don’t want street fights. We don’t want arguments. We don’t want racial injustice. All those things are horrible!

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