The War memorial is situated prominently outside St. Medans Church in Stair Street. The structure is maintained by Dumfries and Galloway Council and the
surrounding garden by Parish volunteers.
Every year a remembrance service is held at St. Medans on the nearest Sunday to 11th November. It is well attended by members of the Parish including representatives
from the Emergency Services, the Sunday School, Brownies and Rainbows. It is always a dignified, moving and respectful service. One of the most poignant moments is when the roll of those who
have given their lives is recited, and the children of the parish carry a small cross to mark each life, which is placed on the table at the front.
Floral arrangements are organised by tha Parish flower convenor.
In 2016 the service was beutifully led by Rev. Mike Sheppard and an extract from 'For the fallen' by Laurence Binyon was recited by 95 year old Mrs Scott who served in
World War 2
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.