Remembrance Sunday

My Dad, who served in WW2, was one of the 350,000 soldiers rescued from the beaches of Dunkirk in May 1940. Thereafter, he attended church for only one of 4 reasons;  Baptisms, Weddings, Funerals and Remembrance Sunday.

The Saturday evening before Remembrance Sunday, we’d gather around the TV as a family to watch the Festival of Remembrance¬†from The Royal Alberta Hall in London.

Then, as now, the two minute silence and falling of the poppies, each one representing a soldier (male or female) who perished in a British War, remains one of THE most profound ceremonies I have ever witnessed.

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