A rainy day in London, as though the heavens themselves cry for those who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country and country folk.
People have been sporting poppies on their clothing for the last couple of weeks, and many will have made a donation to the charity supporting not only families of those who never came back, but also helping those soldiers who did. They too face a daily struggle to rebuild their lives, recovering from both the physical and mental scars of the horrors of war.
We in the UK feel safe in the knowledge that the war is a million miles away. Out of sight, out of mind. It's almost as if there is no war. For some, however, even those who have returned, war is a constant figure in their lives. A constant fear too.
I wrote about just one of the many a while back. An ex-soldier named Sim.
Just as they have a duty in service, we have a duty to them too.
A duty to remember, a duty to help, a duty to thank.
Wear your poppies not only with pride, but also with gratitude and at least a moment's thought.