The Dawn Service: Rosemary Argue

The cold seeps into me through the heavy navy coat that reaches my ankles. The morning is pitch black but the crowd is growing at the roundabout in the heart of town. This is no place for cars today. It’s a place for people and memories. I shuffle close to the coats and scarves in front of me, not quite touching but hoping for warmth. Between the shoulders of the people who got here before me, I glimpse the stone plinth of the memorial, but can’t see the statue of the soldier that I know stands on top. There is … Continue reading The Dawn Service: Rosemary Argue