Can any words I write do justice to the Last Post? No matter how many times I attend the ceremony it never fails to move me. The dedication shown by the buglers and the city of
is humbling. For that brief moment their names are alive again. Tommy Butler
looks across the way at Stan Killick. Charlie King is there underneath one of
the arches and back across again, and up the stairs is Joe Johnson. Joe Johnson
and his brother William were blown up in a trench together. They survived but
sadly they were both killed before the end of the war.
There are over 55,000 names on the Menin Gate of men who disappeared into the mud amidst the carnage and the hell that was the Great War.
We should never forget.