I’ll be….
At church for the remembrance day service, with my wife and children. I’m not a regular church goer, but it carries a memorial to all members of the congregation who died during the 2 World Wars.
My Great-Great uncle’s name, who died in the trenches in France in 1915 is on the memorial. I’m of the opinion that the least I can do is pay my respects to him and indeed all others who fell (then and since), and pass on some history to my children. Hopefully they will grow up with the same sense of respect that I was fortunate enough to gain from my father.
I have in my possession, a letter written by my Great-Great Uncles brother (who was serving with him in the same complex of trenches) to his parents, about 30 mins after his death. It is an incredibly emotive – and treasured – document, due in no part to the matter of fact and “proper” way in which it is written, displaying a level of maturity beyond the years of it’s author.
It is one that leaves me in no doubt as to where my thoughts and respects belong, especially this Sunday.
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