every sunday morning the lads get together and play soccer.
we vary in age from 20 or so up to 75 years old.
we are mostly europeans who`s families grew up in europe and remembered the last world war.
we all grew up listening to our fathers and uncles and grandfathers talking about flying and fighting and heroics and death.
so today at 11.00am we stopped the game and stood for a minute and remembered all of those men and women who fought and died so that we could play in peace.
then the lancaster bomber flew over from hamilton, where it remains one of only two operational world war two lancasters.
such a moving sight. no words are necessary when she flies over our heads.
a fitting salute.
i, for one, will always remember.