I cried twice today. Once at 11am while watching the ceremony at the Cenotaph (the Last Post gets me every time). And the second time was when I read Ellie's blog. Apologies for stealing your idea Ellie but I have loved this song since I first heard it years and years ago.
My Great Grandfather was at the battle of the Somme. Thankfully he survived and lived to be 90 so I had the honour of knowing and loving him (he died when I was 15). Our generation owe his such a huge debt of gratitude, as we do to my Grandfather and his generation for WW2. With only four survivors of WW1 still alive it wont be long before no one will be alive that actually experienced it, lets just hope we never let their sacrifce be forgotten.
My, my, how things have changed....
1 week ago
2 comments:
Like you, my great-grandfather fought in the Boer War and WW1 and I was lucky enough to meet, know and love the "gentle giant" that he was. I was five when he died in his 90's and at 6ft6ins, to me he truely was a living "giant". I too was choked during the 2 minutes silence held at work. The poignant thing was that a small child was squalking through the silence and it just really hit home that sacrifice was for just that cause - the future, future generations and, eventually, future peace. Let us never forget.
I too love that song, and tuesday i cried too, i don't know of any of my rellies that participated in ww1, but i lost a gradnfather and uncle in ww2. And on wednesday lady mucks boyfriend was flown out to Iraq. I never used to get emotional about remembrance day when i was younger, i think we appreciate what was done for us to be free as we get older.
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