Directly in front of us was a soldier standing straight and strong, and he seemed to me to be a representative of all those soldiers who have given their lives for freedom, justice, and our country. I was filled with sorrow for all those lost lives and gratefulness for the sacrifices they made so that we may live freely. I hope we never forget.
The famous poem, "In Flanders' Fields" by John McCrae had never really struck me until this morning, when I heard it read in remembrance of our soldiers. We said the Our Father, sang God Save the Queen and watched as a formation of airplanes flew overhead.
My father and grandfather were in the army and my maternal grandfather was in the reserves. On the way home, they told us about our great grandparents and other ancestors who had fought in the different wars. One had fought at a beach in France and been hit by a sniper. Another had fought in the First World War, many, many years ago. I am very proud of them. They stood up for what they knew to be right and fought bravely for their country. I will never forget.
"Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duty, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth lasts for a thousand years, men will stand and say, 'This was their finest hour.'" - Winston Churchill