Remembrance Day Service

Let us think of our men and women fighting in Afghanistan at this time, longing for peace and the green fields of home. These emotions are expressed well by the words of Alec de Candole, a young infantry officer in World war One. The poem was written on the 1st of September 1918 but sadly Alec was killed in a bombing raid two days later. (Thelma Yardley - taken from The Hartfordian November 2009)

When the Last Long Trek is Over 

When the last long trek is over,
And the last long trench filled in,
I’ll take a boat to Dover,
Away from all the din;
I’ll take a trip to Mendip,
I’ll see the Wilshire downs,
And all my soul I’ll then dip
In peace no trouble drowns.

Away from noise of battle,

Away from bombs and shells,
I’ll lie where browse the cattle,
Or pluck the purple bells.
I’ll lie among the heather,
And watch the distant plain,
Through all the summer weather,
Nor go to fight again.