I can’t remember the first time I watched the Service of Remembrance on TV, but it must be well over fifty years ago now. It has always been a family event, with my Mom and Dad and my brothers. And although, sadly, my Dad is no longer with us, and the family is spread across the globe, watching it again brought back poignant memories, as always.
I find it very moving, watching the petals falling on the servicemen and women, and although I have never known anyone killed in the service of our country, I feel a certain duty to watch the service.
The people in whose honour the service is held, gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we could live in peace and freedom.
|They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:|
|Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.|
|At the going down of the sun and in the morning|
|We will remember them.|