11/11/2024
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'I was pulled from my field, from my work, from my play,
Neโer again to see England, in lands far away,
Through death and destruction, through blood sweat and tears,
I carried my master, along with my peers,
So I ask you to remember a while,
Along with the soldiers, in smart rank and file,
Remember our beauty, the strength of our kind,
As we galloped through danger, without care to mind,
For we were the horses thrust into war,
And we gave up our lives for your peace evermore.'
The War Horse, 1914 โ 1918
โค๏ธ At the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we will remember them โ the horses, mules and donkeys who, with the humans who fought alongside them, lost their lives as a result of war.
