If what is intended proves possible, then I shall be attending the Commemoration Service at the War Memorial at St Izaire, a small village in the Aveyron in France. I intend to lay a wreath of poppies to Honour my Father and his Comrades who endured the unspeakable horrors of the Great War: remembering that generation of men and women that surrounded me as a boy in a town that one in ten of its menfolk were killed. I shall in particular remember a War Widow who lived the rest of her life unmarried and childless, who it could be said, sadly but proudly, showed courage and cheerfulness in the years that followed, her bravery of spirit an inspiration. How could one not stand and fight when our way of life bequeath to us by such a brave generation was threatened yet again by a war-minded Germany? And crowding in on all these memories will be remembrance and tears about so very many faces of young men who felt as I did and by their example of determined courage and by their bravery helped me to face up to whatever the cost. Yes, that wreath of poppies will be full of meaning as I bow down to lay it at St Izaire. Joe Brown.