This afternoon I’m going to a Remembrance Service – rather late in the day, you may think. It’s my annual choice, and is held in the parish Church of Sutton, part of Plymouth in Devon, UK.
This is not a church I have ever regularly attended, but in researching the life of my Uncle Jim, I discovered that when his school, Sutton High School, was closed the Roll of Honour for old boys killed in wartime was moved to St. John’s. The Old Suttonians association holds this service every year in their memory.
So I am now able to target, as it were, my Remembrance to a family member. Each year during the service the roll is read out in full. A very moving and fitting occasion.