Remembrance Day In Kingsclere.

A Memory of Kingsclere.

We, in the choir led the procession: down through the village to the Church,(from Knoll Hill I think) .Brownies, Guides and other groups including the odd serviceman home on leave followed behind.I am standing in the road between the church and the Crown, surplice blowing in the chilly wind: the Vicar has said his piece and the silence descends. No one even thinks of moving or trying to drive by. There is absolute dead silence until the bugle sounds. I can still hear the clock striking eleven.
This was the middle '50s, for our parents, war was still yesterday.