Hubby called from just outside
Then he told me of the lay-bys along the carriage way filled with veterans in their berets. It was a guard of honour. The slow and silent cortège of coffin filled hearse, lead by Police escorts, passed in front of him. He was witnessing the repatriation of our young men who had fallen in
We dare to get on with the day to day without a thought. I’m as guilty as the rest of us!
Now I can’t stop thinking of the men who are finally going home for the last time.