Eleven

The Eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we will remember them

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
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.

Robert Laurence Binyon

We will remember them all - whatever their background or nationality and give thanks that they gave their lives that we might have ours.