I remember my uncle Arthur - except I can't, because he was killed at the end of the Second World War, after shooting himself by mistake while cleaning his rifle. I wish I'd known him, because my mum tells me he was always in demand at parties, being very good at vamping along on the piano at sing-songs. Any way, even though I didn't know him, on this day every year, especially as they play the Last Post, I do remember him.