Like many, I have cause to recall and remember a family lost in the wars. My great grandfather went all through the first world war, awarded for bravery, demoted for striking an officer, and probably a lot more. he wouldn’t talk about his experiences.
Two great uncles died in the Second World War, their young lives cut short. One shot by a sniper in Italy as he rode on a motorbike with a message. The other uncle died in North Africa a desert rat.
There were others too and I should mention them here but I think I have said enough.
For one hundred years,
We’ve remembered those fallen,
In the first world war.
In grateful memory of those that gave their lives and risked their lives in war and conflict, to keep and establish the peace you hold so dearly today.
