To buy The Royal British Legion Vans 2005/6.

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The Royal British Legion Bears 2005/6

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This is a four piece set of Limited Edition Vans. Each comes boxed and certificated. They are detailed models and 1:43rd scale. Each carries the British Legion Logo. Oxford has supported The Royal British Legion for many years and has raised large amounts of money in this way. In past years the sets have sold out extremely quickly and normally sell at premium prices. Two feature poems - At the going down of the sun and Flanders Fields - one the Cenotaph and as in previous years and a Lest We Forget model.  For information on past releases see below.

These are The Royal British Legion Bears - Army, Navy, RAF - six inches and a Poppy Bear - 4inches.

Random orders will be upgraded at no extra cost to eight inch bears.

There is a set of bears to buy as well Army, Navy, RAF -six inches and a Poppy Bear - 4inches

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To see information on previous Legion models follow the links below:

British Legion 1999

British Legion 2000

British Legion 2001

British Legion 2002

British Legion 2003

British Legion 2004

British Legion 2005

British Legion 2006

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 a 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 uncountered:
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 contemn.
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 at 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 are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end they remain.

Laurence Binyon

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

JOHN McCRAE