Here's a relatively new song (1999) about "Remembrance Day", the Canadian name for November 11, from Garnet Rogers. It's called simply "11/11" 11:11 by © Garnet Rogers Ah the glorious few are all the few here in the cold November air the crowd draws silent their collars raised to the edges of the square The children's choir sings "In Flander's Fields" the band plays "Over There" the old heroes still try to dress the line As the chaplain leads the prayer For the glorious few no longer stand so straight As they did long years before when they faced a hard and cruel fate on a far and distant shore their tunics faded green and blue poor shelter from this cold the memories made yet raw and new at the calling of the roll The heads are bowed in silence now at the tolling of the hour The first few falling flakes of snow drift gently on the flowers all piled and stacked against the stones petals fluttering in the air The eyes that stare down through the years at the ones no longer there The taste of lost and wasted years so bitter on the tongue white breath in clouds in the autumn cold Fail chest with medals hung in battle ribbons red and gold in the pale November sun the hands and faces grown so old while the heart stays ever young For the glorious few are the fewer here the old soldiers from the square the wind blows hard and shakes the leaves and stirs the white thin hair of these fading brave and fragile souls as the bugler plays "Last Post" the snow falls thick and faster still and turns them white as ghosts
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