Whether in or out of uniform, I always find remembrance services deeply moving. Growing up, my grandfather would tell me war stories about driving up the Normandy beaches shortly after D-day and being part of 30 Corps as it fought from that beachhead through to Germany. It was a privilege to attend remembrance services in Nairobi, what was most striking was seeing veterans of a similar age to Grandad, who fought for the same cause, in a distant country. Seeing graves marked out in deep red mud and under strange looking trees. It reminded me of the truly international scale of the war and all the lives it changed. I was very proud to see how diligently the services were orchestrated in Nairobi, observing the history we shared helped me see the future we can shape together.
