This morning I attended the Remembrance Sunday service at the Middlesbrough Cenotaph. It was a cold and clear morning, the kind that feels right for a day of reflection.
As people began to gather, it slowly filled with veterans, cadets, local families, and members of the emergency services. The sense of respect was unmistakable, and it was good to see so many people come together once again to remember those who served.
The service followed the familiar order, beginning with the hymn and opening prayer before moving into the readings and the Act of Remembrance. The Exhortation was read, followed by the Last Post, and then the square fell silent. For two minutes everything stopped, no movement, no sound, just quiet reflection. It’s always the most powerful part of the morning. When the Reveille sounded, it felt like the whole crowd exhaled together, the stillness giving way to the next part of the service.
The Kohima Dedication and address followed, then wreaths were laid around the base of the Cenotaph. Rows of poppies and wreaths stood bright against the grey stone, a small but meaningful tribute to those who gave so much.
After the National Anthem and final blessing, the parade began its march past. The sound of the drums and footsteps echoed through the town as the crowds applauded quietly. It’s always a moment that captures both pride and sadness, a reminder of what the day stands for and why it continues to matter.
As people started to drift away, the Cenotaph stood surrounded by flowers, flags, and silence once again. Another year remembered, another chance to reflect on those who served and the lives they changed.
You can read last year’s post here
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