We must never forget.


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.

Extract from The Fallen, by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

My father was only 10 when war broke out in 1939. He joined the army in later years to do his National Service, but didn’t see active service. Neither of my grandfathers ever spoke about the two World Wars, and I was only five when my great grandfather died, so have no such memories from him.

My late father-in-law was an Army Major, and on seeing his medals, he promised to sit down with me one day and tell me their history, as some were his father’s too. Sadly that never came about.

Today is Remembrance Sunday, and tomorrow commemorates the ending of hostilities “at…

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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1 Response to Remembrance

  1. Sadje says:

    So true. We must remember what they sacrificed.

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