Remembrance Sunday is always a poignant day in our family, as
in many others around the globe. Having lost my own father through a tragic
incident in the Armed Forces, we chose to think about him and the man he would
have become, on this day. Although I can't actually remember him, being only 9
months of age when he was killed at the age of 23, my family like to attend the
Remembrance service at our local church and lay a small cross along side the
numerous wreaths outside of the church. I would like to think that everyone
will spare at least a few minutes to think about those poor souls who lost
their lives in the service of our country.
We will remember them.
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