My son recently escorted a school trip of 14-17 year old pupils to the battlefields of WW1. It had been prearranged that two of the pupils were to lay a wreath at the nightly Last Post service at the Menin Gate and, on arrival, my son was asked if he would deliver the exhortation, an extract from For the Fallen. One of the other staff captured the event on camera and I have seldom been as proud of my son as I was watching that recording . His grandfather and great grandfather would have been so proud of him as well. The young wreath bearers carried out their part with dignity and respect, their families should also be proud of them. Yet,,in the midst of the buglers and the readings, your eye travels to that enormous memorial covered with the names of over 54,000 men who never were found. The horrors of that war must never be forgotten.
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