This is why we came, my father and I. It’s been 71 years since the grandfather I never knew was killed in action. For my father it was only yesterday.
The emotions were high, the air was humid and the rain was strangely comforting.
We sat and read name after name on the walls. Men, whose names were known but their bodies were not recovered.
We cried a little and talked of a different era. We remembered.
Rows and rows of men of differing rank, nationality and religion who fought and died together for the freedom we take for granted.
It was a very special experience and I am cognisant that it was a trip of a lifetime.
“His duty fearlessly and nobly done ever remember”