The older I get the more poignant remembrance Sunday and Armistice Day becomes. Growing up in the relative calm of the 1970's I have never lived with the threat of war in ways my parents and grandparents did. Initially as a boy standing for two minutes on the 11th meant little to me until Russia invaded Afghanistan in the 1980s and it seemed as though my friends and I might be called up. Since then I have stood in silent prayer for those who have given and those who continue to give their lives for this country. Lest we forget the debt we owe them for the freedom we enjoy and may our prayers for peace be constantly on our lips.