Taking the photos of the poppies in my front garden has made me feel a bit thoughtful.
Almost four years ago I went to our local war memorial for a vigil making a hundred years since the outbreak of The Great War. It seems like a very long time ago.
Four years ago come October I went to the Tower of London to see the poppies and to remember the 888,246 British troops who died during that war. Since then I have seen some of those poppies as they have travelled around the country.
I have remembered my mother on what would have been her hundredth birthday and thought of my grandfather who delayed his departure to the front so he could see his precious daughter baptised.And it seems like such a long time.
It must have felt like a hundred lifetimes for those who lived through it. And at this time one hundred years ago there were still 138 days of that bloody war to endure.
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