Recently I rnade my first visit to the National Memorial Arboretum near Lichfield. |
It's a place of memory and hope, and I was particularly struck by the main memorial to those members of the armed forces who have died since 1945.
Names are carved on about two thirds of the stone walls; sons and daughters, husbands and wives, mums and dads, who never came home.
I found myself running a hand along the smooth wall for future years and wondered whose names would be there.
I pondered to myself what pain was still to come, what tears and bloodshed, bullets and bombs?
Oh, if only we could learn to make plough shares and pruning hooks.
How, I wondered, could I make a difference towards building a little part of more peaceable world?