This is my 22nd Remembrance Sunday in uniform. I have met veterans of wars before my time, listened to their stories and felt their tears. I’ve walked through the CWGC cemeteries and read the names of those who fell, noted the youth and number we lost in godforsaken trenches.
In my time I have carried one friend on my shoulder, been part of a flypast for another and stood among friends for a thirds repatriation.
I have attended numerous ramp ceremonies and vigils for various nations whilst deployed, every single one had an impact, listening to their friends and colleagues talk fondly of their lost brother or sister.
I’ve even climbed a mountain looking for the final resting place of a WW2 Bomber crew.
For me, this day is for all of them and no amount of debate or pseudo-political interference will change that.