My great uncle Tommy was killed on the first day of WW1.

By a remarkable coincidence (or was it meant to be) I walked straight up to his name on the wall of remembrance of servicemen missing in action at the huge Tyne Cot Cemetery near Ypres (one name out of about 12000 commemorated or buried in that place alone) on my first visit to that sad place two years ago.

Because of their actions and those of my father's generation, I am very lucky not to have had to serve in the military.

Peace

moo