This has been, for me at any rate, such a poignant reminder of war and of the sufferings of people throughout the world. It seems it will never end.
The generation of my son (who is sixty this year) has at least been a generation when young men have not been conscripted into the armed forces (at least in the Western world) but I doubt there has been no time during those sixty years when there has not been fighting and killing somewhere.
And for what?
The ceremonies this week-end have caught my admiration for another reason too. Is there anywhere in the world where events like this are organised with such precision, such thought and such commitment ? To some this may not seem important, but to me it is important that the whole thing goes off to perfection from start to finish and my goodness it has done.
At two minutes to eleven this morning, with only those two minutes to go before Big Ben struck that important eleven o'clock and silence fell over the battlefields of Europe (and what a silence that must have been) I couldn't believe that everyone would be in their place. But of course they were - with about twenty seconds to spare.
I read in the comments on someone's post a while ago (sorry I can't remember who it was) that they had heard someone say it was time now that we forgot about it all. For the sake of the millions who have died, have been maimed for life, have lost loved ones, have been persecuted because of their race or their religion - we must never, ever forget.