Spent the day yesterday in remembrance, of not only the fallen but those left behind, as Sean the vicar said in the remembrance Sunday service, the effects of the ultimate sacrifice are long and heartfelt.
The image that stays with me is the petals of the poppies in their millions falling from the roof of the Albert hall and remembering that each one represents a life lost in the strive for peace.
There are only two real good bits to the whole thing other than a large dollop of reflection and thanks and that is watching the various cadet forces and scouts and beavers "marching" and the opportunity to listen to a brass band, without comment from Caroline (other than the usual "It's too loud").
There is no sight or perhaps sound better than a Brass band on the march, note to self must get over to Saddleworth this year to see the Whit Marches.
The other bit is that I hear the beautiful melody Nimrod, which along with the anthem of the old USSR has to be one of the best pieces of music of its type ever. On a cheerful note I've told Caroline I want Nimrod playing at my Funeral! So look out for that when the time comes!
One final note in this period of reflection, let us stand up and tell the government to stop being a set of arses and let our wounded servicemen have all the benefits in the world instead of the petty minded penny pinching which is happening to those injured and in receipt of a pension.
If need be tax me another 1p on petrol like you will anyway Mr Brown-Darling and spend it on something worthy for once instead of your own salaries!
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