Remembrance Sunday - is there anyone you particularly remember?

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I remember three - two 19 year olds and a 20 year old killed in the first gulf war 1991. The brother of one was in my class at school.

RIP

My grandfather who served in WW1. He survived but the experience shadowed his life. My uncle who was killed at El Alamein aged 25.

The two British soldiers buried in the graveyard opposite our home in Belgium, killed in 1940.

I also remember my Dad and FIL. Both RN Officers, they didn't die in Service, but I remember them then as well. Dh was also in the Forces, as is my db and my nephew. I always think that I am fortunate that dh, db and dn have been OK so far.

My Gran’s cousin fell at Passchendaele.
His location is known only to God.

Obviously I didn't know them but today I am thinking of 2 great uncles killed in WW1. I have researched where their graves are, in France, and hope to visit one day. RIP William and Wilfred.

Both my grandfathers fought in the trenches in the First World War. Neither of them ever spoke about it.

If they hadn't both survived I wouldn't be here now.

Not remembering exactly as I didn’t know my uncles that died in WW2. Thinking about my mother who was a teenager helping on the beach when the Little Boats returned from France and also our son and his peers currently deployed in the Gulf.

LCpl Darren Hicks. Aged 29. Killed by an IED in Afghanistan in 2010.

www.gov.uk/government/fatalities/lance-corporal-darren-hicks-killed-in-afghanistan

I found out when his photo came up on the news when I was working a night shift in the police. DH and I went to school with both him and his wife Laura. He had two young children.

I remember my grand- and great-grandfathers who fought in the two world wars and survived, and I also think of my great-grandfather who was killed in WW1. We have a box of things saved by my widowed great-grandmother including a beautifully written condolence letter from one of her husband's former colleagues, talking about how well-liked he was in his office, so I think of those things.

Fifthtimelucky like your grandfather's, mine was in the trenches in WW1 and although he would show my sister and I his medals, he also would never talk about it. It was probably hell on earth.

One uncle died in WW2 and one lost an arm.

Two grandfathers, especially the one who spent three years in Changi Gaol.
A great uncle, only child of his parents, killed in France age 21. His parents both died in the six months following, we presume due to stress/grief.

A few of DH's friends, some killed, some who suffered life changing injuries.

Jonathan Wigley, 21
www.gov.uk/government/fatalities/marine-jonathan-wigley-killed-in-afghanistan

Mathew Ford, 30
www.gov.uk/government/fatalities/lance-corporal-mathew-ford-killed-in-afghanistan

My paternal Grandfather and his brother. Both were in the Merchant Navy. Both died in WW2 when their ship was sunk by a U boat.
RIP

The boy in the picture hidden in my great grandmothers locket.

We didn't know about it until years after she died and we don't know anything about him other than his name and that he was "missing" 1917, but she remembered all her life so I will too.

My grandad and his mate thought it would be a lark to join the Territorial Army, but a few days later World War 2 was declared. My grandad served as a "batman" to various CO's from North Africa to Europe. He never shot a gun throughout the war. Lucky bastard. Every year we'd accompany him to a local memorial where he lived and remember his mates.

My husband's grandad also fought in North Africa, Italy, all the way to Berlin. He fought in the Battle of Monte Cassino, Italy. Grandad-in-law also claimed that when Berlin was about to be liberated, his battalion, or what was left of it, was asked to stand aside to let the Americans through first. Every year until he died in the 1990s he went to the Cenotaph in London and got drunk afterwards.

We will remember them.

My grandad who served in the Navy in world war 2
He passed away 4 years ago today and was more of a father to me than my own and I miss him more each day

Various great uncles, but also their wives who got the news.
One never got over losing him, despite remarrying, always with highly personal items from their marriage, and another similar.
I also think of all the children who had to cope with getting the news daddy was never coming home, or mummy died in a bombing raid, and had to just keep going knowing life would never be the same again, or the practical issues as well as the emotional ones faced by the women who now had to cope with all this.

All who never came back especially the generation lost in WW1.

Specifically, my grandfather who I never met. A Lancaster bomber navigator shot down over France in February 1944. He was the oldest of the crew at 31 and left my grandmother with three small children.

Do you think they would be happy with the way we honour them?

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James Knott

@Lorddenning1 , That is an interesting question but one I have no answer too .

My mother’s uncle. He came home from the front with shell-shock and was sent back again.

I’ve just been to the service at our towns memorial. Bigger every year. I watched as an elderly gent got his carers to assist him from his wheelchair so he could stand for the Silence.

I cried all the way through I Vow To Thee My Country. 21 years I have attended and never remember to take tissues.

I’m Irish and for a long time, there was a terrible stigma to admitting that any Irish men fought in the British army. It was usually hidden from family history.
A few years ago my aunt discovered that my great uncle fought in WW1 and died aged 19 in Passchendale. We found his memorial and remember him every year...it actually means an awful lot to be able to do this.

My grandpa, he fought and survived. He fought the Japanese and only spoke about it once. The day he spoke about it he seemed different somehow and he died that night in his front garden as the paramedics and my gran performed cpr (she was a nurse). One of his brothers was a prisoner of war and was an officer, he had awful scars from being lashed and bc apparently would never remove his shirt, even if the temperature was really high.

I childhood friend of my sons. All those who died, either side.