Thank you to all those brave people who have served my country, your service will never be forgotten.

I shall be attending, with my Scouts, the non denominational ceremony at our local War Memorial on the day. We can't make them attend, we ask them to and explain why. We usually get a good response.

We Leaders attend to pay our respects and in the hope that the kids in our Group will, in future, remember them.

Roger.

No doubt on Remembrance Day Wootton Bassett will be crowded, so I thought that a view from there this morning (Sunday 7th) might set the scene. Lest we forget.

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My father was a Flight Engineer on Lancasters in WW2, I served in the Royal Air Force and was fortunate not to be sent anywhere dangerous (apart from being a "legitimate target" for most of my service) and both of my nephews are in the army, regularly in and out of danger zones (Bosnia, Iraq, Afghanistan). I worry quite a lot when they are in theatre and hope for their safe return. Both are currently in the UK having recently returned.

I am lucky to have served with such fine people and I wear my veterans badge with pride

I certainly will remember them,

a very respectful,

Doc C

Per Ardua Ad Astra
 

My Grandad served there (SNAITH)and flew with the "Grey Goose" Halifax Bomber crew from 51 Squadron "Swift and Sure". Im new to this site and Iam so proud to see so many people making an effort to attend Rememberance Ceremonies or paying respect in their own way. Never forget!

We Will Remember Them.
God Bless Mark.

Today I wore my poppy with pride, I stood silent with gratitude and remembered the Brave with awe! You'll all never be forgotten.

Today, the only two poppies in our local church were Mrs W's and mine. However, we were in a small 11thC church in France, with a dozen Tricolour Standards round the altar. The service in French was very moving, the singing (as always) fantastic.

By contrast, this afternoon saw the dress rehearsal of our production of "'Allo, 'Allo"! Almost everyone of the cast and crew had been to their local commoration this morning.

PS: Armistice Day is also a Public Holiday here

I proudly stood in the middle of the passenger cabin on my flight today (I am BA CC, please don't slap me...) after boarding, poppy proudly on show and observed the two minutes silence.

I will forever be grateful to all who have been lost in past and present conflict to give me the freedom I enjoy today.

Lest we forget.

Stand Easy.

Proud to wear my poppy and veterans badge. Saw on the BEEb this morning of that cross country "jog" by some servicemen. only 3000 and lots miles.

It makes me so humble to see servicemen and women, the pride of our nation and what they can do, even with three limbs missing.

Some malt will be taken to church on sunday so those who remain behind can toast those who have gone before - I'll bet there's a bar up there and the beer is cold, the banter is awesome and closing time never happens.

If you'm in Plymouth (Guzz for our navy brethern) I shall be at Emmanuel Church, service starts at 10.30 and I shall share a dram...

AMEN. Thank you and RIP.

I am now off to the village war memorial to pay my respects to all the valiant people who enabled me to have a good life.

Whilst watching the BBC coverage of the Formula 1 Grand prix yesterday, it appeared that only two of the 3 presenters were wearing Poppies.

I am very heartened by the Act of Remembrance at our local war memorial this morning. A tremendously broad spectrum of representatives attend, starting with our new MP and our old one, through at least two of the Mosques in the area; Jewish Ex Servicemen; Sikh Temple; West Indian Ex Servicemen; five Scout Groups, some (including my own) with nearly forty children from six to sixteen; Police, Fire and Ambulance services and many, many members of the public.

There is no fuss, little 'ceremony' as such, just a proper observance of the Act of Remembrance, followed by the quiet and dignified laying of some sixty wreaths. The kids laying ours did exactly the right job and I am confident that in years to come, when it is their turn to ask children to attend and tell them why, they will remember them.

Roger.

Rather a wet do at Crawley, West Sussex, but nonetheless a good turnout especially of cadets of all three Services, with RM Cadet Sentinels at Arms Reversed on all four corners of the Memorial throughout. We even had an ATC Piper to play the laments this year.
Just watched a recording of the Cenotaph Parade, very moving and poignant but ever more this year of the Beeb's imprimatur on the coverage. It will not be long before Sophie is sticking a mike under the nose of a War Widow at Eyes Left and asking her inane questions. As it was we had to keep cutting to her doing much the same to a long suffering Major of The Rifles. Most maddening of all we cut to film yet again this year just as the Cadet Contingents were marching past. These young men and women are some of the smartest units on parade having prepared and rehearsed especially for the March Past. Is that why Aunty so obviously disapproves?
Thoughts of my Dad, not memories unfortunately as I was mere weeks old when he embarked on a long and pointless voyage merely to end up and die in captivity. A peninsula, an island, a Naval Task Force of two Capital Ships and a Garrison all lost for want of sufficient Air Cover. Those who forget their history.......

Chink of light in a shitty world?
 

Many often despair on prune about the state of the country and the yoof of today.

After church today, I went to Tesco for bits. Just at the right moment, a young lad announced the 2 min silence. He announced it well. The whole place fell silent. Several people blundered in, twigged and immediately fell silent. No smirking, no sighing, no sound. Young lad thanked everyone for their respect.

Nice, I thought.
CG

In pace

I stood at a small Cenotaph today, proudly watching my wife lay a wreath during a service (both of us are serving). The only noise that broke the 2min silence was my baby daughter quietly saying 'Dadda'. It being the first Rememberance Day she has been alive for, I couldn't help but think in sorrow of all those who will no longer hear those words directed at them.

At the going down of the sun....

I will remember. I especially remember my grandad who served in the navy and all his brothers. It was not until his funeral as a pensioner that a distant relative arrived who works for the MOD. I was told that by him that my grandad and his brothers hold the record for most simulateously serving in WW2. 7 brothers all serving at the same time and all came back. I have no idea if this is true and would love to find out.

Today at work I got out my van and paid my respects, and LHR fell as quiet as it can do. When I got back to my shed I heard they did not observe the silence, and it has well and truely wound me up.

Had a beautiful service at church - was a truly excellent rememberance - probably the best I have ever been to - no shame to admit there were more than a few hankies deployed.

Had a wee dram after in memory of mates, aquaintances, colleagues and all those who just did their job......

And in the afterrnoon caught some of the VC story. there is an inspiring tale.

Keep it up Ladies and Gents.

I attended a Service at a Commonwealth War Cemetary in Southern Germany in brilliant sunshine. The local Tyrolean-style band played a very creditable version of the RAF March and the service was very well attended by local dignitaries. I did, however, has that there attendance was out of an obligation, rather than any desire of contrition or commemoration (after all we bombed their cities back to the dark ages). However, the fact that I drove a BMW to the Service without any flicker of irony shows how we, as a nation, have moved on.

It is so sad to see the bomber crew graves grouped together - together in life and together in death.

Did my parade too in my local town in surrey,more people than past years attended,it was heartwarming to see the large number of young people there,and they all new why,sad we only hear about the worst of our yoof