Concert of Remembrance

by

Jacquimac

Part 12

Sunday 11th November arrived and today was Remembrance Day, the day the country remembered those that had commited the Ultimate Sacrifice in the Service of their country.

Local Army Units, Territorial Army units, Various cadet forces,Police,Fire and Ambulance services, Boy Scouts, Girl Guides were all on parade and would be marching past the War Memorial, Leading the Parade were of course the Veterans of various wars as was their right.

As well ask paying tribute to the fallen, it was a day of sadness for many veterans as they remembered Comrades, Friends and Family that had died in the cruel reality of war.

The young would be regaled by the tales of Valour told by the Veterans, at first it was strange seeing grown men weep openly,
we didn`t have any concept what war was like or the hardships these brave men faced,but we understood in our own way.

We watched the Veterans proudly March past doing an eyes left and saluting the War memorial. Some had limbs missing or were sightless or confined to wheelchairs but Proudly they marched, proud of what they done to ensure the freedom of our country.

These men were all conscripted for the most part and had dutifully gone of war, maybe they weren`t proud of the killing and destruction they had wrought, I know some of those I had talked to hated war but as they said sometimes war is a neccessary evil. They were under know illusion that the government of the day were using our troops and spending their lives uselessly to acheive nothing.

That night there was a dinner and dance for the Veterans, we couldn`t attend as it didn`t start till 8pm, but one of our teachers had been invited and on our behalf presented the two charities with they`re cheques. We knew that the money after the government had taxed it would be put to good use.

After the meeting on my future, It was agreed that after Christmas I would finish school for the year and when the new shool year started next september I and another child who was transgendered would attend St Hilda`s Girls school. We would not be going into the senior school but starting junior one again as seven year olds.

We were in the process of moving house anyway and the new house was much bigger and closer to the school. St Hilda`s was a convent school run by nuns but from a very unorthadox sect, the didn`t wear the usual nuns uniform but dressed as anyone else would.

The idea was that as a seven year old we would learn the things that girls learned in early childhood, we were of course asked before the final decision and agreed. OK we would have to make new friends and behave 4 years younger and this time it would be better. We could have disagreed and moved to secondary school like the rest of our year at school, but this way gave us a clean break and a completely fresh start.With our height and build we would fit in with the other seven year olds.

During the months before we started we would start to learn how to be girls starting afresh and we would undergo a small sugical proceedure to hide our boy bits until we were old enough to have the final operation.

This was a year we would remember well, for our new lives and what we had accomplished in the final days of our old lives and I was looking forward to it.

I knew that after Christmas we were enrolled in ballet and sewing classes, and would have to help more round the house.

Mum had started her own business and it was doing well, that was why we could afford to move to a bigger and better house. She had also started adoption proceeding for another girl , so I would now have a sister.

Oh by the way, Darren was the teansgendered child and his family didn`t want anything more to do with him, so mum adopted him or should I say her.

Yes it was definately a year we would remember

Next Year ?? Well thats another story

The End