Friday, November 10, 2006


Each November my Dad stopped to remember his friends. In my eyes he never stood taller than when he paused to reflect on the past. As he talked I watched the years fall away until he was once again the young man who set off to see the world. Thanks to Dad, for me Remembrance day was never a relic of the past. Sadly, this year Remembrance day has new significance due to the recent deaths of many servicemen. Tomorrow, as usual, I will stop to remember them.


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