At least it was dry at lunchtime today making a sharp contrast to Monday's rain and gloom.

Naturally I was overjoyed when my favourite time of the day, namely lunchtime, arrived and yours truly could partake in my usual promenade around Wycombe town centre.

After stopping off at a well known chemist to avail myself with a dab from a bottle of their 'tester' aftershave your humble servant made in the direction of the Post Office to post a letter.

Walking through the shopping centre I was shocked to see the shutters up at the Post Office.

Had there been a robbery? Or perhaps they were on strike?

It turned out the Post Office in the old shopping centre had closed and a new branch has opened in Castle Street.

With the way so many things are closing in Wycombe for a brief moment I thought the Post Office had become a victim of the downturn in town centre trade.

The new location is quite handy as it's only just over the road from the Parish Church where my good self has spent many a happy lunchtime tucking into my trusty sandwiches.

Of course yesterday, Monday the 11th November, was Remembrance Day and the War Memorial in the town centre is still covered in wreaths.

With nearly all the Great War veterans having passed on my good self often wonders what Remembrance Day means to the younger generation.

To them a war is something seen on the newfangled television box rather than an event that affected their direct families.

Indeed there aren't that many Second World War veterans left now and the first hand accounts of conflict and horrors of war are not being spoken about in the homes of the land.

Your humble servant was lucky enough to hear first hand accounts from my direct relatives of what happened on the battlefields from 1914-18 as well as the 1939-45 conflict.

Do the people of today with their fancy portable phones, electric cameras and tablet computers realise how lucky they are to enjoy the freedoms we have? Sometimes one wonders.

Cast your mind back to Wycombe in 1914. It was a very different town back then. There were few motorcars, a fountain on Frogmoor, no fast food shops, no shopping centres, no aerodrome at Booker, no empty shops and no recycling schemes to confuse the residents of the town with a menagerie of multicoloured bins.

If you ask me Wycombe in 1914 was a better place. Life may have been at a slower pace and there may not have been as many gadgets but from what I have heard the town was much friendlier.

If it hadn't of been for the heroes who made the ultimate sacrifice in two world wars the youngsters of today would not be able to enjoy their kebubs from a shop in Frogmoor, buy their clothes from a shop in the complex or ride around the town centre like a speed merchant on their bicycles.

As far as I am concerned Remembrance should not be confined to just one weekend of the year indeed we should always be remembering those who fought for the freedoms we all enjoy today.

What do you think?

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