We Will Remember Them...

Peace, by Rupert Brooke

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there, 

Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, 

Naught broken save this body, lost but breath; 

Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there 

But only agony, and that has ending; 

And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.