qu**** Posted November 12, 2020 Posted November 12, 2020 You stand silent, it's the eleventh hour on the eleventh month, a tear falls, for a great uncle you never knew, you remember a school trip to Ypres, un-knowing then this was where he died, later at home your nan says her brother died there, a faraway look in her eye, but doesn't mention it again, years later when she died you realise there is no-one left to remember him, all gone, blown away on the wind. You promise then to remember him with pride, a life given in the futility of war, but given freely, enlisted or conscripted, still the same, you stand there silent, thinking of your nan, the promise you made, to remember with pride, more tears fall as you say I remember you great uncle Stephen....
He**** Posted November 14, 2020 Posted November 14, 2020 I always shed a tear, my relatives were all German but still soldiers, and a soldier is a soldier as long as they conduct themselves with honour. I now shed extra tears as my husband was a gulf war vet and is now gone, his mate who was with me on that fateful morning a year ago, left us 3 weeks ago. I've served, my son still is serving. The last post always brings me undone.
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