008. [dated to the 25th]
[So, yesterday, Australia stole a trumpet from the school. At exactly 6AM, most - if not all - of Mayfield is probably woken by the sound of her playing The Last Post, and then, whether or not she has an audience, she loudly recites the Ode.]
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
[She's not expecting a response, so she's silent for a minute, and she plays the Reveille before she sits down on the porch and stays quiet.]
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
[She's not expecting a response, so she's silent for a minute, and she plays the Reveille before she sits down on the porch and stays quiet.]