I am writing this shortly before the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the moment when the guns fell silent at the end of the First World War, the moment we still pause to remember the millions who died in those terrible battles and who have died in all the conflicts since. It was supposed to be "the war to end all wars", but of course it wasn't, and today we are still losing brave young men and women on faraway battlefields.
There is nothing I can say to add to all the words that have been written on the subject, except that for myself I find it immensely reassuring - one of the few reassuring facts of modern life in this country - that we do still pause to remember the sacrifices of those who died that we might be free.
When you go home, tell them of us and say
For your tomorrow we gave our today.