Before I started secondary school my auntie us to drag all of us round the craft fair they had. One time my dad was waiting in the corridor near the hall. At one end was WW1 at the other WW2 old boys memorial boards. I spotted him looking for a name, turned out he lived round the conner from us. He was in the RAF and died along with the rest of the crew when his wellington crashed on a routine exercise. The investigation found no blame a mechanical fault meant the wing fell off mid flight. His mum was given a pension and they paid for a very impressive grave for him.
Every year the school had a remembrance assembly. Part of which inc before the last post was played 8 5th years one for each column who'd been picked. To read out all the names would walk out the hall and lay a wreath on each board. The names would then start to echo round the school.
On the day the whole school had form period with the doors all left open all standing for the 2 minute silence and as last post as it played out round the school and staying silent as the name got read out. Each form picked a boy and girl to represent them in the assembly. I was lucky as I was picked twice. Lucky our form room was near to enough to hear the names every year. I always made sure to listen out for him and use to tell my mates about him.
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