When i was young my parants would watch rememberance Sunday on the tv. i didnt really understand or maybe i just felt it was morbid and there was nothing we could do about it so why bother with all this over and over again.

I grew older and began to see things very differently my own life had been what it was because of the war, i had suffered. 

I began to think of those  thousands of young men who died after a short and violent life of disipline and i looked upon them with awe.

Then i thought of the broken hearted mothers left behind working through the pain and heartace of losing a son.

What young people dont understand is many of these boys of only seventeen were called up and had no choice but to go to war and others wanted to go because they felt in there heart it was the right thing to do, doing the right thing mattered to a proud generation of people.

Rememberance Sunday is special and i hope will go on forever bringing these disiplined old soldiers together,mates who they loved and supported, those that are left, and to show they still care for those that were lost but never forgot.

Not all young people are a waste of space i know of one right now who is an army cadet and loves it and cant wait to join the military when he is old enough.

We look at our young men and i have three grandsons and i wonder what will happen to them in the future and it makes me treasure those moments i have with them now even more.