For the first time my Dad, who served in Burma in WW2 was unable to attend his local Remembrance Day service in Chelmsford town centre this morning, where he always proudly recited the Kohima Epitaph following the two minute silence.
My Dad at 89 has recently been suffering with a problem with his foot and although it's much better it remains swollen so he's unable to get his "polished shoes" on. Being a smartly dressed man this, along with the time he would have to stand meant that today, he decided regretfully that it would be best to stay at home.
So there I was at 11am standing in M&S and I felt very emotional. In those two brief minutes of silence my thoughts reflected on how my Dad would be feeling, knowing that he would be thinking about his young brother Len who at 18 drowned when the submarine HMS Vandal sunk in Lochranza on 24th February 1943.
So for my Dad,