Today is the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year of the millennium. This day won't bless our lifes with its presence ever again. It's a cruel reminder, but a reminder all the same; that every day we must grasp with both hands the life that is so fast flying by. Time waits for no man, but unlike the 35 million casualties of World War 1, let us hope that we will be able to live out our final years in relative peace. Let us pray that our time on earth isn't cut short, like it was for the brave men and women of the Great War, and let us remember their actions in securing our freedom to do just that. Let the deaths of World War 2 remain ever present in our hearts, and let us hope that this day inspires the solutions to modern conflict around the globe. After the silence at eleven o'clock this morning, I offer up one of my all time favourite songs, from the Dire Straits, as this week's classic. It truly brings a tear to my eye, because it's simply a stunningly beautiful number.
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.
