Today, on Armistice Day we count our blessings and remember all those who have fallen.
My little brain cannot comprehend the magnitude of the great wars. I had really hoped to get to the tower of London and see the Poppies but alas, I didn't make it.
I have been talking with my 6 year old a lot about the war and why he is wearing a poppy on his wrist. He looks at me with this quizzical gaze, and I guess he doesn't really understand the enormity of the numbers of men who lost their lives for their country, our country. One day he will.