Carve her name with pride

I must have passed this pillar hundreds,if not thousands of times. It stands at the entrance to the park where I often take photos of bumblebees, our town centre Memorial Gardens, set up in memory of people from the town who died in the Great War.
I've never looked at it before, but here they are, nine women killed by enemy action,maybe in their own homes. The town wasn't a strategic target, there was nothing here to bomb. An old chap on the bus once told me that the first bomb to hit the town had fallen on some allotments and destroyed a fine crop of vegetables.
Somehow these nine women,wives,mothers,grandmothers,aunties,sisters, sweethearts,all lost their lives.
I'm glad their names are remembered here, and I shall think of them at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning.