When I was a boy in Liverpool in the Twenties, Armistice Day was properly remembered. On the stroke of eleven, all city traffc stopped, the shops were silent, pedestrians stood silent on the pavements (the men bareheaded, mostly 'at attention'), not a murmer was heard for the Two Minutes Silence.
It was immensely moving (pity about the disabled ex-servicemen begging in the streets, or scratching a meagre living as a match seller, pavement artist or a busker).
Danny.
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