Last year, I had to deliver some furniture from Valencia to Blackpool, I decided that it was probably easier to drive to Zeebrugge and get an overnight ferry to Hull, then drive across the U.K, it was August, so i took my 14 year old son with me, we made good progress and as we arrived in the Ypres region we were well ahead of schedule, i decided this would be a great time to stop and let him see a ww1 cemetry, we found a beautiful little cemetry, the sun was shining, people were working in a factory behind us, as we walked around, my son went by himself, he stopped at 2 graves, they were 2 young lads who had died on May 19th, his birthday, 1 was 17, the other 19, just a few years older than himself, its hard to explain the look on his face and the realisation of what they gave, i had tears in my eyes as we walked out, i put my arm around him and told him there was no greater time to let him know how much he was loved..... probably one of the greatest days in my life....