My dad served in WW2 with the Air Force as a rear gunner. Having seen the planes with their protruding gun turret 'bubbles', I can only imagine - and not very well - how terrifying it must have been. Dad never talked about 'his' war with us. The Air Force we heard about and it was a part of our lives for many years. But never the war.
Like so many of the WW2 vets, Dad is no longer here to to march in the parade. He did so for many years. He played the snare drum in the local pipe band. When I was a kid, hearing the 'Last Post' played brought tears to my eyes. This morning, played so hauntingly by a young woman, it happened again.
Thank you, veterans.