Being early made us late

When I was in the supermarket the other day, I made a point of asking the Poppy Sellers what the schedule was for today as Hubby and I like to go up and pay our respects.
I was told that there was no parade, but things would start around 10.45 ready for the two minute silence at 11 am.
Hubby wanted to walk up. I wasn’t too happy about that, especially knowing we’d be standing around, so we left home just after 10 o’clock, with me hoping maybe we could stop and have a breather before everything started.
It didn’t work out that way.

We turned the corner just before 20 to 11, and saw that a large crowd were gathered around the Memorial, the service already being in progress.
We took a place at the back and luckily there was a tree Hubby could lean against, after avoiding the dog poo. When it came to singing, we had no service sheet, but I knew the first verse of Bread of Heaven and la la la’d the rest. We both knew where to ‘Amen’ and the Lord’s Prayer was instilled into us both at a very young age.
It was then announced that there was some time to wait before the two minute silence because they had started early. We could not believe it when the group of people in front of us got out their ciggies and vapes, so we had to move as neither of us wanted to be smoked out.

They had a tape of The Last Post and as the strains of the bugle faded, everywhere was silent……………. for about 30 seconds because traffic continued to go by.
It was as if the world stopped for those precious seconds.
After the two minutes, wreaths were laid by various associations, political parties, armed forces, emergency services and groups. We couldn’t stay for that and started for home.

It took a while and passing the school, I was able to get a closer look at the project pupils had put up on the railings.

As I crossed over the road, I noticed this on the lamp post
A tribute of a different kind perhaps, but another departed soul remembered.

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)


About pensitivity101

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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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4 Responses to Being early made us late

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Very touching Di 💜💜

  2. murisopsis says:

    I remember several years ago I was in my moment of silence and a student wanted my attention. I didn’t speak but held up my hand for them to wait. After the time had passed I educated them. Seems they had never heard of taking the time to pause on Veteran’s Day to remember the sacrifices made on their behalf….

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