I was outside the church, watching the service on the big screens.
It was lovely, a great service, and everyone there was reverent and respectful without it being terribly sombre.
When they played the last post, after his coffin had been taken out of the church, I had to shed a tear. I work with older people and met lots of war veterans. It was a real privilege to be there.
The fly past was amazing too. The little planes looked like they were made of balser wood and lolly sticks - it really bought a sense of the danger that those brave men went through, and their extreme vulnerability.
Hope that doesn't sound mawkish - it was just genuinely very, very moving.