Address to Last Post Ceremony
The light of this day will soon yield to darkness. Just as sound will yield to silence. Just as life will – ultimately – yield to death.
And as that darkness falls, we will think of them. All of them who now belong to the great silence.
Look about you. All around us in this secular temple are the names of the dead, and the places they fell.
Try to imagine the face that belonged to every name.
The voice.
Maybe the laugh, or the light in their eyes, maybe the distinctive footstep along country street or city lane.