“... They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

For The Fallen, 4th verse. 
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943).

Royal British Legion  
 

Twenty-seven servicemen from Nayland and five from Wiston gave their lives in World War I. A further six servicemen gave their lives in World War II. Their sacrifice is remembered on the simple stone War Memorials outside Alston Court in High St. Nayland and in front of the church of St. Mary, Wiston. The War Memorials are maintained by Nayland with Wissington Parish Council from the Council Precept.

 
 
 
 

The Nayland branch of The British Legion provides flowers, wreaths etc., on remembrance day and other notable occasions - more details.

 
     
 
 

War Memorial - Alston Court, Nayland.
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War Memorial - St Mary's, Wiston.
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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

Background to poem

 

   

 

 
   
   
   

The wearing of the poppy to keep faith began when an American from Athens, Georgia, Miss Moira Michael, read the poem "In Flanders Fields" and was so greatly impressed that she decided always to wear a poppy to keep the faith. Miss Michael wrote a reply after reading "In Flanders Field" entitled "We Shall Keep the Faith":

We Shall Keep The Faith

Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ fields,
Sleep sweet – to rise anew;
We caught the torch you threw;
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.

We cherish, too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led.
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders’ Fields.

And now the torch and poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead
Fear not that ye have died for naught
We’ve learned the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders’ Fields.

Moira Michael
November, 1918

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