Something which will always stay with me.
Standing in the family enclosure at the repatriation, watching as the plane taxied and then stopped before us. The silence when there were so many people standing watching, even though you couldn't see most of the service personnel as they were out of our sight from inside the tent. Knowing what all of us were there for, that we had all lost a great man, our own private grief and yet sharing the grief so evident with others, yet even then knowing that everyone wanted to stand proud and show our respect for each and everyone as they were carried home.
I remember the first sob as the first coffin appeared, it set off a chain reaction as the enormity began to hit home, the reality was about to be lived and yet it still didn't seem real.
In the middle section of the family enclosure was Martin, standing straight and saluting and crying. We cried as they came home and he cried with us, from the first until the last.
He has shown the utmost respect, and he deserves that same respect.