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More than 3,500 people wrapped up warmly at a Remembrance Day service at Victoria Park's war memorial in Leicester.

At 11am, an explosive charge was detonated by members of the 3rd Royal Anglian Regiment to mark the beginning of a two-minute silence.

The crowd then looked on as dignitaries laid wreaths at the memorial.

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More to be added soon, but I didn't take many photos this year. Audio and video clips coming soon.

I took a picture of myself by accident while getting ready to go out, and I thought it would be worth including. I hope to upload video and audio clips from the service soon, along with the Order of Service.

Update (10/11/2010):

As promised, here is an audio sample of the service (14mb, <18mins), led by The Lord Bishop of Leicester, The Right Reverend Tim Stevens - Please be aware that there are two loud explosions (charges) to mark the 2 minute silence; one at the start and one at the end of the silence.

Rememberance_Sunday_2010_in_Leicester.mp3

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Rememberance_Sunday_2010_in_Leicester.mp3 (14.53 MB)

A short video of the final march past:

Ryan
contra omnia discrimina

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.

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.

Copyright © Laurence Binyon