So, one year since we were over the Channel. I can't quite believe how time has flown, how much has happened in the last year. I imagine that catching up with everyone would take more than two days, forget any visit to Westminster Abbey or anything? But seriously, I can't wait for the service. I think that it is a great priviledge to be asked to represent the youth of the country at such an important occasion, and that this is, again, a highly fitting act of rememberance. After a rather cold Sunday with a bugler that didn't seem to be able to play the last post slightly destroying the moment, on a personal level, I think that this is good as my yearly act of rememberance.
Okay, so this is badly worded, but I hope that it conveys just something of how much this means to me. As I joked to my parents during the summer, if I hadn't been away from home at the time, they'd have been driving me to Wells (?) for Harry Patch's funeral! World War One is a fascinating subject to me, and I feel that the general attitude of it being a cold, wet, windy Sunday, one a year, if that, is really poor for the great sacrifices that were made by this generation under 100 years ago. A generation that has now passed.