nous leur promettons, en depit du temps qui passe, de porter le flambeau et de ne jamais oublier.men who died. rather we should thank god such men lived. they are not dead, not even broken. only their dust has gone back home to the earth. for they — the essential they — shall have re—birth whenever a word of them is spoken. those who have died from the home land, the crowd comes and prays. among the most beautiful name, their name is the most beautiful. all glory near them passes. and falls, ephemeral, and as a mother would do, the voice of an entire people rocks them in their graves. 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. music: "evening hymn, last post and sunset". music: hymn to the fallen. hymn to the fallen. per—portsmouthed by the national youth choir of great britain. now to the story about what happened after the battle of amiens. the former president of the federal republic of germany will read a poem. we begin with captain maxime fournie