History repeats itself; watching a documentary on an archaelogical exhumation of a mass grave from WW1 at Fromelles, a grand-niece of one of those killed in the battle showed a photo of a wedding party, taken before some of those in it went off to war. Of the group, three had died and a fourth had lost a leg.
I was reminded of a similar photo group, from another time and place; within six months of that photo being taken the groom, the best man, one of the bridesmaids and a guest had been killed by the IRA.
Grief is timeless, as is sorrow at sacrifice. Service is eternal, and resonates through the years and conflicts.
...As does Remembrance: remember them all, tomorrow.
"When you go home, tell them of us....."
I was reminded of a similar photo group, from another time and place; within six months of that photo being taken the groom, the best man, one of the bridesmaids and a guest had been killed by the IRA.
Grief is timeless, as is sorrow at sacrifice. Service is eternal, and resonates through the years and conflicts.
...As does Remembrance: remember them all, tomorrow.
"When you go home, tell them of us....."
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