8 years ago, I went to church for the first time (at least voluntarily for the first time) on Remembrance Sunday 2001.

I won’t forget that day.

But on this day, I remember all my grandparents and great aunts and uncles who survived (or didn’t survive) the 2 World Wars.

All those who died in concentration camps and prisoner of war camps.

My great, great uncle who drowned on the Iolaire with home in sight coming back from the war. (lots of the Hebridean side of my family have been in the navy)

They saw and experienced things I hope no one ever has to see again.

Lest we forget.