it was a Remembrance Sunday last weekend. That may explains my reluctancy to accept the Christmas spirits popping up all around...One thing at a time for reflection...I have a habit to mark this day by visiting Remembrance service in whatever location I happened to be at that time. This time it was a small village in Buckinghamshire as I was visiting a friend. A day before we went for a walk around local park grounds with poignant installation dedicated to the fallen soldiers...This is not the first time we visited them and I hope not the last...a local charity started in 2019 when one man handcrafted about a hundred life size figures, now it grown significantly. This year 1,475 silhouettes of Second World War military personnel who paid the ultimate sacrifice on D-day on 6th June 1944 were on display...You needed a box of tissue to walk among them, reading letters from the front, dotted along the pathway to the installation...it was really so very moving...
We saw it first year too, following a word of a mouth. Since then the charity did amazingly well and with each year the count is getting bigger and bigger. As well as the visitors...it is truly touching that people are getting more involved in the history and making sure it never repeats...
The charity called Standing with Giants - amazing stories...how it is special for me? My grandad and grandma both were on the WWII front, in fact, they met each other and fall in love in one of the field hospital, when my grandad-to-be was wounded and my grandma-to-be was a nurse there. I grew up on the stories told by them...those sacrifices were real...the emotions are still overwhelming...
Few snaps to share:
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