Remembrance Sunday

I've just stood amongst a hundred hero's at the War Memorial in Harrogate for the service for Remembrance Sunday. Young and old stood shoulder to shoulder. Out of the crowd came a young Private, helped along by his Officer. He was grey, pale and looked like he may have fainted. Through the gaps in the crowd, I watched the Officer help him sit down on the steps of the bank, undo his belt and shirt buttons. The Private sat there head in his hands regaining his composure, then I noticed a little boy from the crowd sat alongside him on the steps, snuggled up to him and put his arms around his neck cuddling him. For me this was a poignant moment...