Remembrance Sunday

Twelve years ago I was on board Le Truck (a kind of six-wheeled lorry converted into a bus), making it’s way around Moorea, an island in the South Pacific. All of a sudden the thing pulled over and stopped at the roadside.
I checked my watch and it was 11am, and of course it was Tuesday 11th November -- Armistice Day in this French territory. Ever since I have preferred the idea of honouring the fallen on the exact day.
However this Remembrance Sunday there were as many people as ever at the Ashford War Memorial, perhaps 1,500 souls. Far more than could be there on a weekday unless it was a public holiday.
So maybe we have the best of both worlds -- just don't forget to stop for two minutes on Wednesday.