Never Forget

104 years have passed since the guns fell silent on the Western Front at the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, so it is perhaps not so surprising that some people these days question the relevance of wearing a poppy or commemorating the fallen of two world wars - and many subsequent conflicts.
But unless we do continue to remember, the danger is that the sacrifice made by so many will be forgotten. Which is why I - and I suspect many others - paused and observed two minutes silence this morning at 11am. And why I will attend the service of remembrance around the war memorial in Kendal’s Market Place on Sunday.
It doesn’t seem that long ago that I regularly interacted with people who had served in the trenches of WW1. I even remember, as a child, watching the Festival of Remembrance on the telly one year and seeing the parade led by Boer War veterans!
But in another few years we will probably have nobody alive who fought in WW2, and that is why it is important that our - and subsequent - generations continue to remember and commemorate each November.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.