The eleventh hour

At Sunday’s Remembrance service they read out the names of our town’s folk who died in the First World War. So many names. It must have devastated our little town.

After the service, the Parade marched around the town once more and ended up outside the pub where everyone sang Abide with Me. A beautiful tribute to The Fallen.

Looking up through the church window to the leaves falling outside, I thought of how that tree somehow represented those brave young men. Bunched together but then falling, inevitably, one by one, to lay in the cold ground.

We will remember them.