I share this again because it matters to me. It did then, it does now, it always will.
I joined the army in 1964 and served for 28 years and 151 days. I chose Chris for the owner of this story because he was the best man at my wedding and we served together. We are, fortunately, both still alive and the death at the end is the only element of fiction!
Chris decided long ago that he could no longer endure the Ceremony of Remembrance parades and services.It was too much for him.He knew that he would break down and weep copious tears, sobbing at all of the memories that he could not set aside.He could never forget!
Instead, each year, he went on his normal morning walk and found a quiet spot, apart from all human presence, and there he would remember his friends, and his enemies.Not all had died young, not all had died in battle.Some had not died, at least not straight away.
He remembered two young men.They had all just returned to camp after manoeuvres and were told they could not go home until all the vehicles had been cleaned and put away.One young man was newly married with a two week old baby.He persuaded his friend to take him home in his car.It wouldn’t take long…
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