All those lives that were lost in conflict and during Covid
SYACL remembers them
James Morgan’s  poem, Forever Nineteen (The Somme)
I crouch by your gravestone, and I can see,
You joined The Great War when you were only nineteen,
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
And not suffered for hours – slow and obscene.
The sorrow, the horrors, the glory, the pain,
The wounding and dying were not done in vain,
And for all you young soldiers, who died on that day,
You’re in our hearts forever, for the price that you paid.