The past week we hosted in and around town the four days marches.
We tried to cover the festivities and marches as much as possible for the paper.
Which meant leaving the festivities as they were, and concentrating on the marches, because we had only 2 people available, which is far from enough.
An additional third was walking. He provided two photos a day.
I went with my son to the most difficult part of the marches, with camera, and we took as many photos as possible.
At the war cementry we were able to witness a commemoration service of the Swiss army. They brought their own band and traditionally dressed women.
It was a very nice service.
Every hour that day another army had the fields for their own service.
Due to other work we were not able to wait for the Canadians. Which was a real pity as they brought some bagpipers with them.
It always touches me to see how many people are moved by a service like that.
It turned out a veteran accompanied them and he was almost carried away when the service was almost over. He was crying so deeply it brought tears to my eyes too, and some men standing beside me suddenly started coughing.
Now the WW2 veterans grow so old many realise it might be the last time they're able to honor their collegues and friends at the war cementry.
They don't realise they could get in contact with a local family to have them place flowers on the graves for them, or ask the army service man who looks after the cementry.
You can even ask me or my family to visit the graves her in town. We would gladly be of service.
For the paper I covered the item inside a daily account, but I'll split it later this day, because more photos came in just a few moments ago.
Some people think it's strange that during the four days marches a commemoration service takes place.
I think fun and sadness of life are just the two sides of the medal.
These young soldiers walk where during wartime their fellow armymen landed to free our country from German occupation. Many died.
We're grateful for our freedom so I respect the fact that these armies take the freedom to remember.
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