Remembrance Day.  And observing the silence, as Big Ben struck eleven o’clock, whilst looking at the poppy display on TV, I shed my usual tears.  My iPad has been awash with poppies and the words written a hundred years ago – although no less potent or poignant for that – by the Trench Poets……..

They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old.  At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we shall remember them.

For your tomorrow, we gave our today.

If I should die, think only this of me.  There is a Read the rest »