We watched all the ceremonies for Remembrance Day, and as Weaver of Grass said, was it not beautifully organised. From The Armistice ceremony in the morning in Paris, the leaders gathering together, Merkel and Macron together, representing Europe. There was a tinge of sadness that our leader did not stand there as well, but Theresa May's duty was to stand at the Cenotaph with her own people.
There was one leader here in England, the German President, Frank-Walter Steinmeier, who at the end of the ceremony at Westminster Abbey shook the hand of the Queen, next to the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior. This surely is the ultimate show of peace and reconciliation, staged of course but a beautiful gesture. It was here in the grand gothic vaulted abbey, that tears came to my eyes, listening to the choir, watching those nine young people walk the long walk up the aisle holding onto their wreaths, the young lad who dragged his leg, symbolic of the reason why we welcome all to ceremonies and our country - we are one.
I will not grouch or find judgement on any of the ceremonies, the immaculate kept graves, so many of them, stretched in long lines are a constant reminder that war is evil. Our pledge to those that died is there written in the soil of Europe.