world war one centenary

This Sunday as I stand and hear the sermon, join the prayers and listen to the Last Post, I will be thinking of friends and colleagues with whom I served in Iraq and Afghanistan who did not come home, those whose funerals I attended, and I will be thinking of their families and loved ones for whom Remembrance is such a personal act.
Britain was plunged into darkness as lights were switched off for an hour across the country Monday night - all except one
The Duchess of Cornwall joined senior politicians tonight for a service of solemn commemoration at Westminster Abbey. Key
Homes around the UK have dimmed their lights to remember those that perished in the brutality of the First World War. Many
World War One left its mark on most families in Britain and those who worked in farming were no exception. Our family was one of thousands that sent men to war and helped produce food for the nation. My father was in the SW Borderers Regiment fighting on the Macedonia front in 1917.
Anyone who has watched Blackadder Goes Forth will know that the First World War started when a bloke called Archie Duke shot an ostrich because he was hungry. One hundred years ago, the shooting of this one man on 28 June 1914 would plunge an entire continent into conflict and change our society forever.
The bottom line for us is providing support - support for those who have done or are doing their bit for our country, and their families, making sure that when they are in need, we are there for them. They have made their selfless contribution and the least that we can do is be there for them in return.