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  • Today is Remembrance Sunday in the UK

    On this day I light a candle for my Uncle Archie.

    He was my Dad’s favourite brother and best friend. When he died during the Second World War something died inside my father.

    Archie was a navigator in the British Air force. One day Dad received a telegram telling him Archie was missing, believed dead.

    Dad hoped for years afterwards that Archie would come walking through the door one day, bringing light back into his life, having recovered his memory as so many other men did.

    Dad knew Archie had volunteered to bail out of his plane that was in danger of crashing if it did not eject some of its cargo.

    It was not until thirty years later that Dad found out that Archie had parachuted into a river in the North of England, not in Germany.

    I wish I had known my Dad before Archie had died and his inner light had not been extinguished.
  • The second photo shows my Dad third on the right and his brother Archie, second on the left, on a camping holiday with the 'Lads Brigade'.

    Every Remembrance Sunday Dad drove the whole family, silently grieving down to Runnymede Memorial, honouring all servicemen who had no known grave, to see Archie's name inscribed on the wall.
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