The Armistice – Lest We Forget
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh month, The Armistice was signed; and, so ended The Great War, The War To End All Wars’; The First World War.
This time though, there are no British veterans alive to help us celebrate the end of that war, as the last three died this year.
On of my Grandfathers died face down in a duck pond; having, ‘heard the bombs’ and dived for cover; having gone through three mustard bombs attack, almost unheard of.
The other Grandfather lost a large portion of his ankle when flying shrapnel tore it away, after a lad with shell-shock stole his dug-out.
Much later, in 1946 he was in charge of Carlett Park in Eastham, when land and buildings that would become a college of further education was a transit camp, for P.O.W.’s, returning from the Far East.
There are now few of these men still alive to thank personally, for the freedoms we enjoy today. So, let my few words say, “I haven’t forgotten.”
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{Never noticed there was a persoal ad bit: guess this is where I want this!! ~ where it belongs'!!}
Closing due to the date thread was first made.
Thank you.
:)