Today is the day that every student willingly gives up their break time and gathers with every member of staff in our School Yard to remember.
Over 1000 of us (and welcome gatecrashers from the school next door), stand quietly and respectfully to hear two year 11 students name the thirty three students who fell in the conflict of the First World War. At a time when the school only had 100 students on roll, it reminds us that it was a significant number of students who went off to fight, never to return home.
It’s not hard to remember that these fallen students were boys. Our boys. They wore our uniform. They played on our fields. They had assembly in our School Hall. They had lessons in classrooms we still use.
Another student reads a poem and then a third plays the Last Post on his trumpet before we all stand in silence for a minute. A time for remembering.
The silence is broken by the Reveille.
The students continue to stand when it is over, lost in their own thoughts, they need to be dismissed so that they can enjoy a few minutes of break before lessons recommence.
Staff walk away, pretending they have something in their eye.
We do this every year. It is the only time in the year that the whole school gathers together. It is poignant, moving and at the same time uplifting.
I am so proud that in my small part of the world…we will remember.