I WATCHED the recent Service of Remembrance on the TV. It brought a lot of memories back to me of the two World Wars. I'm in my late 80s.

I thought of the young people of today and know that most of them appreciate the sacrifice our men made in both wars. Our future now is in the hands of these young people. Not all teenagers are bad, only a minority, the majority are really very caring.

To the future, I ask these young ones -- please don't let the last of our heritage go. Please leave the Pound! So, come on, you younger ones, put the 'great' back into Britain once again. You have the guts to do it.

When I left school (what happy days they were!) I still remember the friends I made -- not many left now. At school we used to sing this song. It meant a great deal to us, so I would like you to hear it. It was written almost 400 years ago by William Shakespeare, these immortal lines.

This Royal throne of Kings,

This Sceptred Isle;

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-paradise.

This fortress built by Nature for herself,

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea

Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands;

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm,

This England

We humbly dedicate our lives to thee.

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