Remembrance day is a strange day, because the spirits follow us and we forget that it works both ways, they remember us,  as much as we remember them. We might forget, but they never do, they come as they go, as they once remember and as you are, maybe sitting with a group of friends, they wish to join us, but cannot. Curiously, never have I felt the spirit of a soldier on remembrance day and so they all must congregate somewhere, culled, in the same way we are culled to remember.