I have been struck by how the military have used the 100th anniversary of the end of World War 1 as a sort of parade, firing off their guns and so on.
I wish they would go away and leave us to mourn.
Two years ago I saw my grandfather, Evelyn Worsley's white stone grave on the Somme, where my sister brought him a rose from England, and the inscription to his younger brother, Fortescue, never found.
Then I saw a field of crosses to 40,000 German soldiers, a name on either side of every cross. I was in tears. And then we saw a memorial with 600,000 names from all nations.
Mark Collet
Lake Okereka