was at a local war memorial this morning for a wee service... BB'S with a bugle for last post , a prayer etc.. big one tomorow..but as eleven o'clock neared a service double decker bus stopped lots came out and stood, football pitch over the road, were a school thing was on, whistle blew and they all stood heads bowed... must admit a wee tear trickled....
It's nice isn't it minty.When I was a kid back in the '50's it was common practice,people would stop what ever they were doing where ever they were. then it seemed to drop out of favour and now,perhaps because of the violence in the world it's become popular again to remember the fallen,and not before time.
I took a poppy wreath to the cemetery for dad.. it always was a point of order for him that poppies were worn and repect paid ...too young to serve but grandpa was wounded and he was always grateful his dad came home... a very sad day ..poignant..but...
I recall being at work and just before 11am made an announcement that 2 minutes silence would be observed, a young man entered the station and started to speak. He was shown the clock and he removed his baseball cap and bowed his head, after the silence he said thank you and left, never did find out what he came in for.
That is lovely. Our big day is tomorrow, service at 10. I've spent this afternoon 'doing' the church - new flowers (red & white chrysanths.) and tidying. Mr J2 vacuumed throughout, bless him.
I'm a bit nervous. The singing group is doing 'Come the Day' (we are part of it, only 6 of us) but before that I am also reading 'Dulce et decorum est' and the diaries of a WW1 nurse. Just worried that the poem may be a bit hard to take by some. Theme is 'emerging from the horror of war to peace'- if it works it should be very moving and inspiring. Fingers firmly crossed.