We have been remembering today.
I went to a village church as usual. We remembered. We read the names of the men from our five villages who went to war and didn’t come back.
We remembered those families where there was (and is) a keenly felt gap
We remembered the many who came back but whose lives were shattered.
We remembered those who still serve in our armed forces, their families and all who love them.
We remembered the areas of the world where there is still conflict.
We expressed our sorrow at the responsibility which religion has for violence.
We gave thanks for the peace which we enjoy in this country.
And we listened while one man made his personal act of remembrance by playing the Last Post on his mouth organ.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
we will remember them.