Yesterday I had a wreath delivered, One gets laid every year in memory of my own family and friends that are no longer with us that fought in various conflicts and wore the same uniform as I once did. The British Legion lady that delivered it, on foot, in the pouring rain remained cheerful and grateful, 70 yrs old at the youngest. She was also carrying a blank wreath also, one which was ordered but not collected. On seeing the names on my own wreath and the dedication and sheer stubborness on the old dears face I got lumpy throated and very British... I pulled out the company cheque book and asked if I could make a donation to the legion, in return for the blank wreath. She smiled, accepted and we swapped goods. She accepted the offer of a brew but declined a lift back to the RBL building, half a mile away. We spent ten minutes chatting about the fund raising, she filled me with hope that the local schools were some of the biggest contributors... And she took the time to ask about my own service life, which in comparison to some of the men marching tomorrow, and being driven in the BLESMA minibus's was more than a little embarrasing and humbling. Not sure I have done right, if not I'm sure I'll be put in place...... Last year a wreath was laid in London, I'm sure the same will happen this year... In addition I have made the decision to lay an ARRSE one at my local cenotaph. If there are any objections please let me know.