Today at school I was proud when all 150 children stood for a minutes silence at 11am.
When I was growing up I was aware of how the second world war had affected my own
family.
My mum's dad was 29 when he died in France in August 1944, leaving his wife, my mum then aged 3 and a half and her younger sister only 1 month old.
His younger brother died a few months later leaving distraught parents to mourn two sons lost in conflict and both buried in faraway lands.
Today, as every Armistice day I remember them.
