Remembrance aquired a new meaning for me this weekend. I sat at the reunion dinner at a table with Dusty and Sheila Fog and the death of Mick Herbert came up. Mick was a good friend to me, as the new boy and worse still a boy soldier in 2nd troop A squadron January 1967, Paderbourne, it was Mick, who'd just transfered into the regiment, who befriended me and showed me the ropes. He was the operator on 12B wher I was the gunner, he introduced me to bake bean butties on the move across the tank bridge. I once carried him across my shoulder down the track to the snow queen hut after a paticularly good night out. My half troop had a night off from our patrols in Newry and were back at Gosford Castle where I had a pint with Mick just before he left on his last journey down to Newton Hamilton, he left with the promise of seeing me later. Dusty was with him on that last journey, I think we were both transported back those 40 years to that very night as we remembered the tragic events that led to his and Joe Cotton's deaths. Later talking with Trevor Batchelder and a new troop leader from the regiment I learned that Trevor had been Mr Williams Wynn's troop corporal. That night Trevor had been due to lead the troop on patrol but Mr Williams Wynn said, for what ever reason, he would lead. We all know what happened, he was hit in the head by a snipers bullet which then hit Lasher Hansell in the back. Again memories were came flooding back.These are just 3 of the cracking lads we've lost over the years, Rembrance Sunday this year has been special for me, at 11 am this morning lets all remember these pals of ours, perhaps they were not Angels on earth but hopefully they're with the Angels now.