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poliphilo I passed through the town centre at around a quarter to ten and people were beginning to assemble for the ceremony at the War Memorial. I say "people" as if they were Joe and Jill Public but they were mostly a particular kind of person- young people in uniform- cadets, scouts- and the older people who train them. Somewhere a bagpiper was practising a lament.
Were Joe and Jill Public wearing poppies? Not that I noticed. I've been attaching white poppies to my lapel- and having them keep dropping off.
Elizabeth, who lost her father at Arnhem, was going to miss the ceremony for the first time in God knows how long. She said that this year she was just too tired.
The men and women who wore uniform in the Second World War are almost all gone- and now the generation of their children is fading out too- in which company I suddenly remember I must include myself.
Were Joe and Jill Public wearing poppies? Not that I noticed. I've been attaching white poppies to my lapel- and having them keep dropping off.
Elizabeth, who lost her father at Arnhem, was going to miss the ceremony for the first time in God knows how long. She said that this year she was just too tired.
The men and women who wore uniform in the Second World War are almost all gone- and now the generation of their children is fading out too- in which company I suddenly remember I must include myself.
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Date: 2024-11-10 07:14 pm (UTC)