Last Sunday, I went to The Cenotaph in London and placed some flowers there on behalf of our association in memory of our brave boys and all who died for their country. RIP. I would normally be there for Remembrance Sunday, but we can't do it this year, so I went last week instead.
Thanks Bobbi. I've never seen that part of London as quiet as it was last week. A few people gave me some funny looks as I stood there on my own and sang the first and last verses of Eternal Father. Who cares who looked? Or what they thought? Not me!