Took off to the Sherwood service today, again, unique, very special, and reduced to tears. The coal train groaned and screeched past the service which took me to the POWs. The bugle man blew dry on the last post, and a baby screamed through the minute silence.....but didn't matter to me one bit.
Each year I go to a different dawn service to pay respects and soak up how that little part of the world do theirs. But each year I find it knocks me around more and more. I feel quite flat and a bit numb for hours after if not for the day. But so grateful for those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, thank you.

