Remembrance Day.

Although Remembrance Day here isn't a public holiday, like Anzac Day, there is still a lot that goes on.

There are some marches, there are a lot of wreaths laid.  The school do their own ceremony.

And there is still a minute's silence on the radio, and everything stops in the shops.

My Mun and Dad in these photos were only 17 and 18 when the war started, so they both joined the Fire Brigade.

My Mum was a telephonist and my Dad was a dispatch rider.  He later joined the RAF.

The photo of my Mum is actually a wedding photo of a colleague.  All the Fire Brigade girls went in their uniforms.

My Mum is the little one in the front.

As a family we were lucky, we didn't lose anybody in the war.  Which in itself was remarkable when I think of some of the dreadful places they went.

There was no counselling in those days.  After the war they just got on with their lives.

There was no moaning or complaining, even though effectively many of their lives were ruined.

The younger generation today could learn a lot from them.