I watched the ceremonies at the Arc de Triomphe in Paris and the Cenotaph in London on BBC World TV in the morning. In the afternoon I attended the service or remembrance organised by the Paris branch of the Royal British Legion in Notre Dame Cathedral – very moving and very crowded. Lots more people than when I attended in 2014 for the centenary of the start of WW1.
And all day I thought about my father and uncle both of whom survived the Great War. My uncle, Arthur Dickinson, first went to France early in 1915 at the age of 17, and, three years later, during the heavy fighting in August 1918, he gained an MC. My father, his younger brother, went to France in the spring of 1918, aged 18, and was wounded, though not seriously, in August and November of that year. He was then part of the British army of occupation and was billeted in Vettweiss in Germany.
The documentaries shown on TV over the past four years have really helped me to understand the extent of the horror these young men went through. They didn’t talk about it and we didn’t ask the many questions to which we would now like to know the answers.