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This war memorial at Aberbanc is one we pass regularly.  Standing alone and in the midst of such beauty, it never fails to remind me of the sacrifice made by just one small village in west Wales.

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Fennie said…
Such memorials are very poignant, aren't they? We have one very similar here, although it is in the centre of town. What is the soldier thinking? .....that old lie, dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
11 November 2012 at 07:57
Jane Lovering said…
I always get tears in my eyes at the two minute silence. My grandfather came back from the Somme, he was one of the lucky ones, and my dad was too young to fight in the Second World War, so I can only imagine what it must have been like for the families of those whose loved ones never came back.
11 November 2012 at 12:11
Preet said…
I don't have any loved ones that have served, yet I always get emotional and teary eyed when I think/read/see about veterans and casualties, irregardless of which nationality and which war they have served. When I think of all the lives and the human potential lost to the world, it makes immensely sad.

While theoretically, we all study and read about these wars, it isn't until we actually see the memorials or the battlefields, that the reality hits us. And days of remembrance reinforce those monuments and memorials in the collective population.

12 November 2012 at 18:39
Flowerpot said…
What a beautiful monument - very touching Chris.
14 November 2012 at 03:46
Cait O'Connor said…
That is a fine memorial.
23 November 2012 at 09:43
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