Remembrance Day

A touching ceremony this morning at the cenotaph.

Caught up in our modern lives, which are so different, it is hard to relate to what those who lost their lives gave up.

Something that brought it home to me was when I found out that the lady who I brought my house from lost her brother in the war.

He was just 19. We bought the house when his sister was in her eighties.

A teenager lived in my house, using the rooms I use, slept in the rooms I sleep in, and ate in the same kitchen. I find it a sobering thought that he was called up, went to war, and lost his life.

A life that should have lasted, like his sisters, into his eighties.


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