It is Remembrance Day, and once more after a week of explaining to coworkers why I am wearing a poppy I will be taking time to pause for two minutes in the November sunshine to think of those serving overseas, and those who never came home.
I will think of my great-grandfather’ service in the Royal Lancers and the Warwickshire Yeomanry, and of my grandfather’s quiet words about friends of his that didn’t come home. I will think of my grandmother telling of watching Coventry burn, and of my brother recounting his experiences from Iraq and Afghanistan. I will think of my friends currently serving overseas, and of their friends, some of whom never made it home. I will think of all of those who put their lives in peril so that we may live as we do today.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.