Around the country it is marked by dawn services with tributes laid on cenotaphs, prayers for the fallen, and gun salutes. It is also a time when we wear a red poppy as a symbol of the blood on Flander's Field.
For me the fourth stanza of Laurence Binyon's poem, Ode of Remembrance, is the most moving tribute to these brave men.
They shall not grow 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.