For about fifteen years I’ve walked past them on my way to work. Up Cowcross Street, across Smithfield Market, through West Smithfield to London Wall, the same route. For a long time, I never really saw them, the memorials to the Fallen of the Great War in London. But the last few years, I’ve remembered to look up, or down, at them as I walk past twice a day.
I always try and read a name or two. It’s a humbling feeling, remembering so many lives cut short. Sadness. Loss. But there’s also a pride – the communal spirit of the men and women lost in the War, and other Wars, bound together by their ties of work, religion, or just the city in which they lived, and where I work and which I love.
Remembrance, and trying never to just walk by.
Smithfields Market: "For He Shall Give His Angels Charge over Thee"
The Churchyard of St Bartholomew the Great, West Smithfield: "Hallowed in Christ"