Today at work they had a short service to dedicate the new war memorial at work, followed by the customary 2 minutes silence to remember people who have given their lives in conflict. It was particularly poignant today as it is 90 years since the end of the First World War. I always find these moments moving - my great grandfather fought in the Somme and came back alive, and although he died before I was born, I always find myself thinking of him on Armistice Day. And hearing the Last Post always brings me out in goosebumps.
My friend remarked to me that there was a good turnout for the 2 minute silence. She was right, but I found that faintly depressing. I think everyone should turn out for such things and not everybody had. It is the least we can do really; give up 2 minutes for people who gave up everything.
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