My little village church has a moving remembrance service. My wife and I attended it this year, as we always do, and as we stood outside at the war memorial we remarked that this year was different in that the sun was shining and the trees are particularly vibrant. As the vicar read out the names of those who died for England in 2 world wars it seemed more poignant than ever as we stood there in the chilly wind, but with the bright sun on our faces. Its a small village, but the list of names is quite long. Lets never forget what they did.