The time it took me to bleed to death at Vimy.
How long I had to hold my comrade while he died on Juno.
The time for my compartment to fill with water as we sank in the Atlantic.
How long my plane could glide before impact over Korea.
Amputation time for my leg in Vietnam.
How long the medic could keep up the pretence that I was going to be ok in the Falklands.
The time it took my tank to burn out in the Gulf.
How long before I realised Iíd hit the wrong target in any war, any time.
The time you save in rush hour because I didnít nip in front of you.
The time not needed to wipe the beer off your shirt as Iím not crowding the pub, knocking your arm.
How long it takes to say your wedding vows.
The time need to buy popcorn at the cinema.
The reduction in the line-up at the bank because I didnít get there first.
How long you didnít spent fizzing because Iím not there to laugh at your striker for missing the penalty.
How long your daughter takes to get tired of being pushed on the swing.
The time you get to hold your grandchild before grandma wants a turn.
The time it takes on Nov 11 to remember the first, without which you couldnít enjoy the second.
On 7 November 1919 the King issued a proclamation asking
"That at the hour when the Armistice came into force, the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, there may be, for the brief space of two minutes, a complete suspension of all our normal activities.
All locomotion should cease so that in perfect stillness, the thoughts of everyone may be concentrated on reverent remembrance of the glorious dead".