"...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 morningWe will remember them..."

from Laurence Binyon's 'The Fallen' (first published in The Times, 21st September 1914)

"They that are left..." : 'Remembrance' portraits

Each year they are older, and as they do indeed grow old, as age does weary them and as the years do now condemn them more to what they still remember than to our truly remembering what they fought for (which is very simple : us),
they thus become unknown.
These faces then are as of unknown soldiers
: no cap badges, no ribbons of spooling medals, no insignia for military rank. Faces, only. Each deep-etched with who they are and what they did, that we might look, and think -- and thank them.