The 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month.

92 years ago at 11 O’Clock in the morning the guns on the Western Front in France fell silent as the armistice came into force, the war to end all wars was finally at an end.

But, as we all know, that was not the case, indeed it has been a Century of wars, some big, some small, but no matter what the size of the conflict, people die, people are wounded, lives are shattered.

At 11 O’Clock today, it is not too much to ask that we take 2 minutes to reflect and to remember the fallen and the wounded. This isn’t a glorification of war, this is to me, the exact opposite, politicians start wars, not soldiers. This is a remembrance of those who have served, who have paid the price, be it with their lives or with wounds both visible and invisible.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

I make no apologies for today’s post, it is off topic, but with my family background and still having friends and relatives serving in some not very nice places I feel that it is totally appropriate and very apt. Something I felt I had to do.
Normal service will be resumed tomorrow…

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