III THE DEAD 1914 Rupert Brooke

A single beam of light illuminates London today marking the 100yr remembrance of the start of WWI Aug 4th 1914.
The population is being asked to light candles tonight to mark respect for the thousands who died for peace 1914-18 WWI

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead;
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
These laid  the world away; poured out red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
That men call age; and those who have been,
Their sons, they gave, their immortality.

Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us,for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love ,and Pain.
Honour has come back, as a king,to earth,
And paid his subjects with royal wage;
And Nobleness walks our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.

   III The Dead   Rupert Brooke 1914

In September 1914 he served as a Sub-Lieutenant, R.N.V.R.
In October 1914 he served in The Antwerp Expedition
In February 1915 he sailed with the British Mediterranean Expeditionary Force
he died in the Aegean April 23rd 1915

 Service Men and Women hold candlelight vigil in Westminster Abbey, London