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  • On the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month. I remember with love those of my family who served in the Armed Forces.

    My Grandmother's first husband who died in France in WWII leaving her widowed with a young child
    My Granddad who served in North Africa in WWII and would never talk about it, it was too bad to remember
    My other Granddad who served in the Irish Army (defence force) during WWII
    My Great Uncle Tom (still living) who was a rear gunner in the Battle of Britain. He was a teenager at the time.
    My Uncle Bob who was a Paratrooper in the war in Aden among other places
    My Uncle Patrick who was a Paratrooper in the war in Aden among other places
    My Aunt Pamela who served in the RAF keeping people safe, sometimes evacuating people from embassies in crisis zones.

    And all the people who gave so much and families, like mine, who live with the legacy of their service.
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