It
was a cold, crisp day, just as I remember many Remembrance Sundays being when I
was a child.
I
was a Brownie, then a Guide, and we always attended the services in the village
in which I grew up.
I
think this is a fantastic tradition, and long may it continue. It keeps the younger generations in touch
with these events.
Now
I still attend them with my husband and daughter because I think it's important
that we remember the huge sacrifice ordinary people made in order to keep our
freedom.
Members
of my family were killed in action in the First World War, and their names join
that of many others on the War Memorial in my home village.
But
getting back to this year's service, the little church was packed, the Silver
Band played the hymns - I Vow to Thee My Country and Onward Christian Soldiers
made all the more powerful for being accompanied by the band.
As
the Vicar gave her sermon, a beautiful butterfly fluttered through the Church.
I
found this particularly poignant. In the
midst of this solemn service of remembrance, there was a lovely reminder of the
beauty of nature and the fragility of life.
It
makes you think, doesn't it?
'They
shall not grow old as we that are left grow old,
Age
shall not weary them or the years condemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.'
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