As we walked to the village, across the river and down the lane, we met up with more and more people, all heading in the same direction. Dads and daughters, parents with pushchairs, the elderly, the dog walkers, everyone we met on this Sunday morning had one purpose; walking to the village cenotaph to mark the ending of the war, and all conflicts since, and to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom, and those who were affected for their rest of their lives.
As we reached the centre of the village we joined the sea of umbrellas and took our place. It was a beautiful service, comprising the Act of Remembrance, a hymn and prayers. Prominent groups in our community were present, and it was lovely to see all the various groups of children - Scouts, Guides, Sunday School etc. - taking part so beautifully and with such respect.
Afterwards we looked at the wreaths and the displays so lovingly made. These poppies were knitted and crocheted by the Women's Institute and made such a spectacular and bold display:
With thoughtful minds and grateful hearts we wandered home for hot chocolate and Sunday lunch, giving thanks for those who gave their tomorrow for our today.
Donna x
And just think: most of those who died in the trenches were the age our children are now, or even younger. Let us never forget, so that this will never happen again.
ReplyDeleteIt's a sobering thought, isn't it? I look at my own son, a young adult, and can't begin to imagine the worry and heartbreak that was part of their lives, and those of their parents and loved ones. Makes you want to hug them a bit closer, doesn't it? x
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