There is a village in North Yorkshire, England .. like so many other small villages and places in the UK that remembers those who made the sacrifice (see below, the hand knitted poppies from the community, mostly red, but white, purple and black too - are planted):
Individual soldiers were researched and remembered (see below, the old photographs are haunting, putting a face to a chiselled name):
The lawn of the church bleeds red (see below, from the font of the War Memorial across the well-cut grass):
The ghosts stand-to, guarding the poppies (see below, and stop the passer-by in their tracks):
There are so many to be named (see below, from all walks of life):
From the world wars and more modern wars (see below, it never seems to stop):
It is a very moving place where people's thoughts turn to the past (see below, I am left wondering how far we have actually come):
And this is but one of the many villages, of the many towns and of the many cities in the UK and wider Commonwealth and connected world (see below, it touches us all):