Water Under The Bridge

Originally, this day was known to me as Armistice Day. It was at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918 that the Armistice was signed to bring a close to WW I, one of the bloodiest trench wars in history.

My father served in the Royal Artillery and my Uncle John was with the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders. Unfortunately, Uncle John was killed and buried in the British cemetery in Somme, France.

When I was in my late teens and with five years of French, I traveled to France and with some research at the British Graves Commission located his grave. It was an unforgetably emotional scene; a bright sunny summer’s day, the greenest of grass and row after row after row of crosses.

My father and my Aunt Meg were greatly touched when they found out I had made the pilgrimage. I am the only one of the familty to have gone there.

Peace