For many November is a time of remembrance. I have visited many War Commission cemeteries in France, Belgium and Greece. Someone once told me, if you say the name of people who have died, then they are still with you. As I walk through the cemeteries I try and say the names on the headstones, so they are alive one more time. It maybe a bit bonkers, but there are many there who will never have a visitor, I feel that I have at least awakened their memory for one fleeting moment. I have stood at the Menin Gate and watched as people of all ages, remember the fallen of conflicts , age and ethnicity do not hold back the tears. They flow like silent reminders. We will remember them.
It has been a mad month already we are at 11th and I am so behind with my blog. Today I catch up as I remember.