Post war memories.

Getting up a little later than usual I am reflecting on the joy of doing the same tomorrow.
The usual church services are suspended on this day when we remember those who lost their lives on our behalf.
A joint service of remembrance is held in the village hall.
I will be with them in spirit.
David always went wearing his medals with pride and that is how I prefer to keep the faith of those who lived through the war .
When my grandchildren tell me how much better things were in my youth I remember. They were not.
Not knowing whether your dad would come home again was not better.
Everything being on ration was not better.
Sweets were impossible at one stage...the coupons had to be spent on proper food!
Even clothes were rationed...my mum sewed some very weird outfits for me as I grew out of everything very quickly.
It is right to honour those who fought and died for us. I will hold David’s medals in my hand as I pray...
But mostly my prayers will be for peace, for those who still fight in corners of the world where they are needed.
I am not sure that this is the better world they were fighting for...it is a world my parents would not recognise.
But it is a world where technology gives us the power to communicate with other people of other cultures and we do.
We have so much now to be thankful for...things we never dreamed of all those years ago.
So tomorrow I will offer my prayers of thanks for those brave people who gave their lives for us...and pray that such courage may never be required of anyone ever again whilst remembering those parts of the world where people are fighting still.
Amen.
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