It was a beautiful autumn day. Mild and sunlit.
I walked out of our local coffee shop after my morning coffee and breakfast muffin to catch the local parade.
Service men and women marched alongside school children and old veterans.
A few people clapped their gratitude.
We remembered the many who died in wars for the freedoms we enjoy today as young and old marched down the high street.
It made me remember my grandfather who served as an army surgeon during the Korean War. They say he headed up a mobile army hospital. But my recollection is hazy.
He never really spoke of his time. The stories I know today were accidentally caught and remembered. They would have disappeared otherwise.
He died some years back. But I remembered him today. And quietly thanked him.
It was a fine autumn day here in London. Peaceful and beautiful.
I was able to enjoy it because my grandfather endured much there and then.
I am here today because so many endured and sacrificed much then.
Lest we forget.