For the Fallen
They went with songs to the battle, they were young
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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 Read more
"The whole point is to attract an audience, and the bigger the better." Mr Martindale said on his website that his dad served in the Second World War and passed away earlier this year, which prompted him to honour his memory today by wearing his medals "with pride".
He said the poem, titled 'For the Fallen' and written by Laurence Binyon during the First World War, has a "special connection with north Cornwall" as it was written on the cliff tops between Pentire Point and the Rumps, near Plozeath.
As a member of the coastguard, Mr Martindale also joined in the parade in Bude today.
"It was very moving and emotional," he said. "It was extra special this year. It brought a lump to my brought a number of time.
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