Yesterday we went to the Rememberance Day ceremony in our tiny village. There were about seventy or eighty people there. It was a simple and yet moving ceremony.

The Mayor read out a message from the Minister for Defence, in which the minister said that the French should never forget that they owe their liberty to the armed services of many countries.

Then a wreath was laid by one of the ex-members of the resistance and then a little boy and a little girl from the village each laid a wreath. Then the Marseilles was played.

A simple ceremony of thanksgiving and rememberance for and of those who gave their lives which for its very simplicity and also the fact that people of all ages, from babes in arms upwards, attended gave it a strength of meaning that denied its actuality.