Remembering the fallen

Today we remember.

I remember the stories my grandparents went through, and then I remember my ancestors who played their part all the way back. I remember my Irish ancestors can be found in the cemeteries of Northern France. I remember the son of one of my referee colleagues who is fighting out in Afghanistan and the “I hope it’s not Crouchie Jnr” feeling I get every time I hear that one has been lost.

Let us not forget that their sacrifice means we exist as we are and my son can grow up in the way he is doing, and will carry on doing.

We salute those who fought, and fight, so we can live in peace.