Remembrance
by Sr Tamsin Mary
Today we saw the laying of wreaths at the Cenotaph. For the soldiers who marched it was a remembrance of lost companions, and for most who watched, either at home or in London, or who attended similar events in their home towns, a reminder of the uncle, the grandfather, the brother or the sister, mother, aunt who did not come home, or who was lost in the bombing raids. No family in these islands went untouched, though some were luckier.