It is the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 2020.
This Remembrance Day is different. There are no mass gatherings but the nation’s focus is on the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior in Westminster Abbey. He was buried one hundred years ago and represents the unidentified fallen of the Great War. It is seventy-five years since the first Armistice Day after the end of the Second World War.
We stand on the doorstep for the two-minute silence. I hold a British Legion poppy and a photograph of Hugh Whyte. It is ten years since we observed the silence at Gosport.
During the last week, I have been in contact with Hugh’s nephew, his namesake. At last, the family can read the story.