As I type this, I can hear the Last Post being played on an army bugle, coming from the Anglican churchyard across the street. I can see military figures in attendance. This, I presume, is the funeral of a local boy killed in Afghanistan recently. We had prayers for him at church last week. Killed by a car bomb on active service, he had been offered leave, but volunteered to stay on in the combat zone because he felt his friends and comrades needed him. They did.
Say a prayer for this soldier, who I shall not name, and pray for all our troops in Afghanistan.
Greater love than this no man hath, that a man lay down his life for his friends.