Our service was lovely albeit small with a total of about 150 people there. We were under the shade of 3 trees, they made a canopy above us, and our chairs were placed in rows to make a semi-circle. Directly ahead was a huge wooden cross, this was where the wreaths were laid.
We had Senior British Loan service personnel, Ambassadors, Commonwealth Representatives - all with their very well turned out ladies (except the few who don't really understand that today was not the time or place for sleeveless dresses and bare legs). There was also a good turnout from the general expat population.
The Chaplain was excellent, a young man who's face I hadn't seen before. I think the old Chaplain must have retired - at least I hope he's just retired.
He made gave a little welcome talk and we then sang a Bidding Prayer, it wasn't one I'm familiar with. After that the Ambassador read from The Old Testament Micah 4: 1-5, then it was the Senior British Loan Officers turn and her read from Revelation 7: 9-17. BY now we were into the act of Remembrance and another loan service officer then Said - They shall not grow old etc.
During this part of the ceremony we also had reading from the leader of the Hari Krishnas here in Oman, and an Islamic preacher. The Islamic preacher then translated what he had recited from the Holy Quran and the message was no difference to that offered by the Chaplain. I'm assuming the same could be said for the prayers offered by the Hari Krishna Chakraborty but we'll never know because he spoke no English whatsoever. One thing I did notice though was that they both recited Amen and 'hear our prayer' etc when everyone else did and the Islamic preacher joined in with the Our Father. I thought he would because there's no reason why he shouldn't and I thought to myself - if only people could see this side of the people I live with and love.
After this the wreaths were laid, the last post was played, then we sang Abide With Me.
Oh and I forgot - somewhere in amongst all of this we had a lone piper playing a Scottish lament and as he played he walked away from the graveyard till he was just a sound in the distance.
And that was it but we did have a very smart Honor Guard on the way out made up of an RAF regiment who I think may have been brought in from Afghanistan on a kind of R&R and official duty kind of trip. They were very smart and have a special place in my heart because my husband served his country for 30 years and it was the Air Force he was in.
It was a lovely day