I'll go to our local Cenotaph as I do every year. My Dad died the day after Remembrance last year so it's not a great time for my family. He was evacuated from London to King's Lynn during the blitz and then served in Palestine with a tank regiment just after the war. If he'd been born a few years earlier he would have seen active service.
I've gone to Remembrance services ever since I was a child and believe I owe an incalculable debt of gratitude to those men and women who served and continue to serve today.
In Flanders Fields
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields