Our poppy sits in the kitchen window, overlooking ‘Grampa’s bench’. Grampa survived The Great War but not without some physical and psychological scars. Unfortunately, we never met as he passed away many years before I was born. He was a Master Ironworker in the Clyde shipyards after the War and made 2 benches – one for the family plot in the graveyard, the other for his garden. I’ve got the only remaining one.

My family has an almost unbroken line of military service dating back from the Crimean War to the present day. We are extremely fortunate that everyone has come home when so many others haven’t. However, some friends never made it home

Lest we forget