And with my love of Lieutenant George and the rest of Blackadder's beautiful cast, comes the necessary respect for our war heroes. So, with the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember.
Today I got up at an hour I didn't think existed on a Sunday, piled on a thick sheet of powder, lippy, and mascara to cover up my mistake-of-a-late-night, and pulled on the forties gear. Very nearly stabbed myself awake trying to put the poppy onto my black coat, and rushed out of the house to get to church for Remembrance service. I'm not, by usual standards, religious. But today I went with the Brownies (that I'm semi-incharge of...that might be an overstatement...I volunteer) and put down a wreath on behalf of the guides, although I'm a little too old to be considered a guide now. Church wasn't as cold as I feared. But my mind did wonder to my old Army Cadet det. parading in Dorchester...
Nugget of wisdom: the Germans took 5 million Russian prisoners of war throughout the second world war.
Daphne.
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