Our Local Heroes

Our local heroes

Hundreds of mourners have paid tribute to former Liverpool FC goalkeeper Tommy Lawrence at his funeral.The Scotsman, who won three caps for his country and was Bill Shankly's first-choice keeper during the 1960s, passed away aged 77.

You'll Never Walk Alone played and mourners applauded when the coffin, draped in a red LFC banner, left St Elphin's Parish Church in Warrington.


Private Thomas Sephton, 1st Battalion The Mercian Regiment, who died in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Birmingham, on Monday 5 July 2010, of wounds sustained during service in Afghanistan.


Private Daniel Wade, 3rd Battalion The Yorkshire Regiment, killed in Afghanistan on Tuesday 6 March 2012.


Marine Steven James Birdsall from Bravo Company, 40 Commando Royal Marines, died in Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Birmingham, on 14 June 2010, as a result of a gunshot wound he suffered in Afghanistan

The war in Afghanistan may be nearly over,

but for those who have suffered life-changing injuries, their battles are just beginning.

We will not let them fight these battles alone.


For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her 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 their 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.

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