We brought my mother-in-law to visit the grave of her youngest brother buried in Rennes. She remembers her own mother and herself saying goodbye to him just before Christmas 1939 as he set out to fight in World War 11. It was the last time she saw or spoke to him. He was twenty one years old. He died on the 16th June 1940
It was one of those unforgettable moments when she saw the final resting place of her brother after so many years.
Rennes
(In memory of Leading Aircraftman Thomas Ross)
High on a French hillside
Overlooking the city of Rennes
She came to lay a wreath of poppies
Beside your brave, young grave.
She came to say a prayer,
To say hello again.
She came to say
She had not forgotten your last goodbye
Long years ago
Or you.
© Eithne Reynolds
Eithne Reynolds . . . Writing 
‘Lest We Forget’ http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ww2peopleswar/stories/88/a7500188.shtml
Thank you
I hadn’t seen this post. Interesting I am reading this just a few days before Memorial day.
Hi Peter
Thanks for your comments. This is an area I am very interested in myself
A sad poem. We lost many to WW2. Thank you for sharing the poem. We must keep alive people who never had a change to live.