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Remembering Remembrance Day

The cold was inevitable even if we sheltered on the protected side of the street. The veterans marched down towards the Cenotaph with arms swinging. The Ladies Auxiliary followed behind which meant that my siblings and I were on our own. But we never chose this time to misbehave (that I can recall). The voices droned on but The Last Post always got my attention. The wreaths laid around the four corner stones engraved with names of places that meant nothing to me then; Vimy, Somme, Passchendal, Ypres.

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