A brilliant weekend of special memories , and a fitting end to it for us was the service at the Menin gate on Monday evening,We knew it was going to be moving when we walked towards the memorial and could read the inscription on the front .Sarah found it hard when she realised her grandad had been one of those that travelled through it.I was impressed by the No of people from all over the world and the large proportion of youngsters.The service was quiet and respectful and the military band played a piece that almost had the drums like gunfire in a battle.But the most haunting thing for me was when the soldiers marched off through the gate at the end the sound of their march gradually faded and dissapeared ........,brought a big lump to my throat.