The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month

The two-minute silence and the Last Post are over and wreath-laying is going on as I listen to the Cenotaph ceremony on Radio 4, probably the only time in the year when I have that channel on.

Why not attend a ceremony or a service on a day like this? Well, largely, because, rather uncharacteristically I find it very emotional. Besides, it is good to be reminded of the sacrifices made by the Empire and Dominions as well as Britain.

It is not the lines about the poppies that I want to quote but Lawrence Binyon's:

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

And many others.