Sunday 08/11/09. This has been a bad week for British forces in Afghanistan, six dead, five of them murdered by an Afghani policeman whom they were training. This is making me remember my paternal grandfather who was killed in the first world war, my maternal grandfather served and happily survived and my own father who spent the second world war in the Royal Air Force. So I thought I would go along to Keswick's parish church of St. John (quite keen to see the inside of this church which has wonderful views of the Borrowdale and Coledale fells) commencing at 3pm. The service was as you would expect but I couldn't get into it, I think I get most out of churches when they are empty and I was a bit disconcerted to see so many youngsters in uniforms of scouts guides etc all parading colours, seems a bit like training them up for their turn, I think it was just my mood, I went through all that with the Boys Brigade in Hurlford and it hardly made me into a soldier.Following the service a parade made its way to the cenotaph where all the civic organisations laid wreaths to the memory of our war dead. The only good thing we can say about today's wars is at least, kill as they do, they do not kill so many as in former times. Lest we forget, that is something to be thankful about.
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