Another day ends in Monmouth, and I walk across St James Square and gaze up at the war memorial of the solitary soldier - just cold, hard stone.
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And my mind wanders to another solitary soldier we lost not on the battlefield, but on the streets of London outside the Woolwich Barracks, Drummer Lee Rigby. In his last few minutes of life, despite being a good man, things went horribly wrong and he knew he was about to die terribly. But those terrorists did not win, they did not divide this country. In fact Drummer Rigby brought this country closer together and all religions united against this act of terrorism, standing shoulder to shoulder.
Around me, this Monmouth square is silent. It seems almost too quiet, I thought. But perhaps it was just the contrast with Woolwich. I stood for a while looking at the statue, remembering, knowing every time I now look at that statue till I am an old lady, I will always remember Drummer Lee Rigby...RIP
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