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Date: 08 November 2009 14:11:58
My dad would have been so proud of my Smudgelet, I think. I hope the Smudgelet will be able one day to understand fully what Remembrance Day is all about. We watched the service on TV last night (despite the late night) and he remarked on how many poppy petals fell. A struggle for him to deal with something which has so many grey areas, but he was thinking about the impact that conflict had on my dad and also my brother who was involved in the Falklands. This morning we didn't manage to go to a Remembrance Day service, however, because he was otherwise engaged with his new band. He plays with a marching band - well, he marches or he plays, at the moment it's a bit of a challenge doing both at once! This morning he marched, and carried his euphonium, as his band were invited to lead the Remembrance Day parade through Kingston town centre. My word, they are a fantastic band - I was gobsmacked at how well they play, and so proud to think my boy is part of it, even if it will take a little more practise before he's confident enough really to make his mark.