6 years ago I had cause to speak to an elderly chap in his nineties who told me about his experiences during WWII. He lost his entire family in a bombing raid over Sheffield and immediately went to sign up for the army, lying about his age to get in. It brought a tear to my eye and made me really think about the debt of gratitude we will always owe him and his generation.
Back to today and this morning, my youngest daughter (who is an Army Cadet) was marching with her detachment in Rotherham Town Centre for the Remembrance Sunday parade. Yesterday she was in town selling poppies for the Royal British Legion.
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| Rags with her freind |
The march was a great success and a perfect balance of reflection and celebration.
A special mention goes to the South Yorkshire Police Band (in which I have friends) who did a fantastic job.
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