Remembrance Day

Never Forget.
My maternal grandfather, James Boyd, fought in both world wars and was taken prisoner in both. During WW1, he spent about a year in a German prison camp, and during WW11, five years in a German prison camp. The day that he returned home in 1945 was the day of his youngest daughter's 6th birthday (my Aunty Betty, fellow blipper BeachesDoogie's mum) and his sister's wedding. What big celebrations there were on Ballindalloch Drive, Dennistoun, Glasgow, to welcome him home! I have a copy of a newspaper article that's very hard to read, but here are a couple of quotes from it:
News that he would be arriving home "...got around, and the neighbours arranged a grand party....Mrs.Boyd indulged in an orgy of baking and I saw a lovely iced cake with 'Welcome Home' on it just waiting be cut by the returned prisoner.... The decorations in the drive were really lovely....Music for the dance in the evening was provided by a neighbouring lad who played the accordion. The drive was black with a gay throng of people laughing, singing and dancing."  
I'd love to have some photos from that celebration.
My Mum was in the W.A.A.F. and my uncle in the Scots Guards in WWII.
G's dad and uncle were in the Italian resistance.
My nephew, an American citizen, served in the US army in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I wonder if there's a family in the world that hasn't been directly affected by war. I know that my family and G's family have suffered from the wartime experiences of those who served.  
Imagine living in a peaceful world. One can only hope.