The ultimate sacrifice
Both my father and paternal grandfather fought in the Great War; my grandfather making the ultimate sacrifice. His is one of the names on the War Memorial in Old Steine and I regularly attended the services on Remembrance Day with my father. At the age of 21 he found himself responsible, with his widowed mother, for his two brothers and two sisters.
Two minutes silence
These memorial services were, understandably, much larger events in the years after the Second World War and they were incredibly moving. All the bustle of life for the living ceased absolutely for two minutes. For those who had died it was just two minutes of eternal silence.
Remembering the city’s fallen
It is to the credit of the town that the upkeep of the memorial has been improved in recent years. Perhaps what I find most satisfying is that the town’s dead are remembered here in the very heart of our beautiful city, surrounded by familiar haunts. Sadly, they were never to see again the Old Steine garden and fountain itself, the Palace Pier (as it was then), the Pavilion, The Aquarium (Sea Life Centre today), Castle Square and The Lanes.