Remembrance Sunday in Grimsby 2012
Words and images following my annual trip to the War Memorial in Grimsby on ‘Poppy Day’ and a chance encounter which changed the day.
3 Photographs and 3 Generations . . .
Once more the roads were closed in and around Nuns Corner, the weather somehow even played its part by being suitably cold and suitably bright.
This Sunday morning I stood with many others, both young and old, whilst the blinding sun shone from behind the cenotaph . . . it’s always very moving.
Remembrance Sunday is most readily associated with World War I and World War II - Lest We Forget - and I never feel less insignificant than on days like this when I’m in the presence of so many ‘Old Soldiers’ and ‘Veterans’
Something happened today though which diverted my thoughts.
A gentleman recognized me from this website and introduced both himself and his wife to me, regular readers will know this happens rather a lot but seldom with this impact.
“You took the photograph of my son last year” he said
I recalled it well, a tremendous young man and I think my favourite photograph I took that year, it can be Seen Here
That young man has just started another tour in Afghanistan, on his first tour he was shot in the head, on his second injured when the vehicle he was in was blown up and now he’s back again one week after the birth of his second child - if that’s not enough to make you think then I don’t know what is !
Looking around I saw more young servicemen than old !
Traditionally, I would see men twice my age, I was now surrounded by men half my age !
It very much concentrates the mind.
I took this photograph deliberately into the sun as I wanted a ‘heat haze’ around this young man . . . it somehow seemed appropriate . . .
It was gratifying to see so many people once again showing their respects.
It was incredibly moving to see a little boy bravely called upon to lay a wreath in honour of his father.
It was a day for reflection.
It was a day for being thankful, being grateful for what others have done and what our service personnel are doing now quite literally as I type this in what still remains somewhere in . . .
a far off foreign field.
I leave you with my personal thoughts, they are for a young man whose proud parents I met today, who I found lives near me, O.C. is in Afghanistan now, his wife and young children are at home - his safe return is all that matters . . .
Very humbly yours,