…the 25th of April.
This is for you Grandad, for those like you, for a few of my mates now gone, and the untold hundreds of thousands affected by the horrors of War.
“They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them…
… LEST WE FORGET.”