My late husband was asked to read the exhortation at the Menin Gate and as he finished his friends, all serving officers, had tears pouring down their faces.
We visited the battlefields and memorials several times, taking out teenage boys with us on one trip. Very moving and humbling.
My great uncle George died aged 18 after just a few weeks on the front line. His body was never found and he listed on the Tyne Cot memorial. My grandpa, who was less than a year younger, never spoke of him. My great grandmother and another great uncle died in the flu pandemic in 1919. They had the last double horse drawn funeral ever held in our wee Scottish town. Another great uncle was blinded by gas and opened the war memorial in our local park. I struggle to hold back the tears on 11th, thinking of the sacrifice these young men made, remembering too the immense pride my husband had in serving his country. So sad that conflict continues around the world.
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