Today, 100 years ago, Britain declared war.
So many of us have relatives who served their country. My Fathers uncle died in the war and his grave has only been found by the family recently and my Father visited last year.
I do not glorify war in any way, but I do believe so very strongly in remembering the past, those who served, especially those who gave their lives for us, and what war has done to us all.
My family has a military background in several ways, and so do I with my own personal, albeit very small, service to my country. I feel therefore that I can say these things as like many of you, I have some small understanding of the effect and outcome of these things and what it does to people who serve and to their families.
Today we know what the outcome was of The Great War, but those entering it 100 years ago did not. They had no idea what lay ahead, the carnage and devastation that would follow and the length of time that the war would last. I cannot imagine what that must have been like for those soldiers going off to war.
It was the summer, autumn was ahead, harvests were being gathered, but in just a short time the whole world changed and has never been the same since. They thought that they would be home for Christmas, but it was not to be. For a long time. If ever.
Today, we especially remember.
Tonight we are asked to turn out the lights from 10pm to 11pm and to keep just a single candle burning. You can find out more about it here.