Kings Regt 24 Oct 1990

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Kingsman Stephen Beacham
L/Cpl Stephen Burrows
Kingsman Vincent Scott
Kingsman David Sweeney
Kingsman Paul Worrall
killed by Bomb Explosion, Permanent Vehicle Check Point in
Buncranna Road, Coshquinn, near Londonderry 24.10.1990
rest in peace Kingos
never forgotten

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RIP lads "WE WILL REMEMBER THEM"

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My god fathers was it really 20 years ago ?
I remember it like it was yesterday. I still cry thinking of that terrible day and the Kingos being flown home from Aldergrove to Liverpool.

God bless you lads.
As long as i draw breath, you will never be forgotten.

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R.I.P. Kingos.

We Will Remember Them.

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RIP lads

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We who remain will never forget, RIP lads.

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RIP Lads your duty done.

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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, 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.
They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Robert Binyon, 1869-1943.

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We Will Remember Them