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For Remembrance day I went to my ward's main service, along with my ward colleague and the local branch members of the Royal British Legion (of which I am non-serving member). It was, as usual very moving. The reading of the exhortation, the last post with the lowering standard, always brings a prickle to the back of my eyes. The reading of the names on the church monument, the laying of the wreath. I know it means such a lot to the servicemen and women whose branch of the legion I share.
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