Dressing out to go pipe a memorial this morning, more than any other day as I put on my kilt I'm acutely aware of all those who've gone before. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.

The Piper's Lament

Did you hear the light feet marching, marching down the birch-clad glen?
Did you see the piper's streamers floating, floating far behind the men?
Did you hear the brave tunes ringing as they swung the drones on high?
Did you watch the rhythm of the kilt? Did you hear the war march die?
Oh piper lads, Oh piper lads what magic woven spell the magician
Breathed within your reeds, is not for mortal voice to tell.
The wizard winds through reed and drone the soul draws on to follow after
To splendid heights of hero fame or spell bound, led to grim disaster.