Yeah well maybe most of the time, however today I was humbled. At lunch time I stood in a quiet corner of a quiet grave yard in the grounds of an average market town church. I was faced with the grave stones of warriors. there was an MM, MC's, QGM's and others. The graves were imaculate and as I visited local church volunteers (women and children) were tidying up, remove wilted flowers and putting a bunch of fresh flowers at every grave. There in Two rows was everyone from a tom to a Lt Col and everyone in between, and on the wall next to it plaques to those who had fallen and are burried else where. At certain graves there was a can of beer or a half bottle of something, a true reminder that those fallen heros are still today remembered by those they served with. And if my pride needed a further reminder that there have been greater people to tread the face of the earth in another section of the grave yard was the war grave of a ATS L/Cpl Hilda Peregreen died sept 1944. We all sing the praises of our fallen but who amongst us remebers that it wasnt just our Grandfathers (well fathers for some of you old buggers) but also our Grandmothers that fought those short 60 years ago? It wasn't windy or dusty so theres no exscuse as I paid my respects to each one of them a tear welled up in my eye. The place for those that haven't already guessed. St Martins Hereford.