Originally from: Ron
                        
But if you forgot to remember on Sunday you have another chance tomorrow, Tuesday. At the Eleventh Hour, on the Eleventh Day, in the Eleventh Month.

Because that was the way Joyce and I were brought up, that is how we have always tried to Remember.

And, when you are remembering the millions of dead, please remember the living who suffered and still suffer for their memories.

In our case, Joyce's Father William, who spent more than 30 years in hospital, where he died, as a result of his 21 years service in The Warwickshire Regiment. He served in many places including India and WW1. My good friend and colleague, Pete, a young Aircraftman, who was on the Siam Railway. My good friend and colleague, Rex, who was imprisoned in Changi Jail. And, especially my friend Gerry, who died recently over 80 years old. He stood in our kitchen a little while ago with tears streaming down his face from memories of being one of the first soldiers liberating one of Nazi Germany's Death Camps.

They like many millions more had to live with the horror which haunted them until their death.

Dear God let them rest in Peace, at last.

Remember, 11,11,11.

Ron.