As you breathe right now, another person takes his last for your freedom.
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 shall remember them.
All gave some; some gave all.
A tribute to the eight million horses, donkeys and mules who died in wars for their respective armies.
Lest we forget. ❤