Lonely poppies

Our village has a little war memorial, remembering people who gave their lives 1914-18 and 1939-45, and commemorating the existence of a nearby USAF air base during the Second World War. Every year they do a little open-air service to mark Remembrance Sunday, so Philippa and I like to dress up and go along and pay our respects. There were only a few people who bothered showing up today. It was very quiet indeed. I don’t know whether this is the modern world - less people care about the past or what was given by those before us, or whether it is just a sign that those of the older generation are dying off now. They’re not going to turn up if they’re not physically able to. Or maybe there was just a bigger event going on somewhere else that more of the locals went to. To be fair, it’s not a huge village anymore so there aren’t many of us who live here, so maybe a dozen or so is the best that can be expected.
Anyway, we turned up so we did our bit, and it’s none of my business what other people choose to do with their Sunday mornings. But I felt I should mention it.

RC 12-11-17