St Andrews' Remembrance Sunday

Bathed in the sacred light of the Memorial window, the stones of St Salvator’s chapel shimmer with inscriptions, each bronze letter a whispered hymn to those who never returned. Above this litany of sacrifice, a trinity of saints stands guard: St Salvator, bearing wounds of crucifixion, St Andrew, his cross of martyrdom, and St Leonard, broken chains of oppression. Together, they serve as a silent testament to the qualities exemplified by the men under their watchful gaze: duty, devotion, and deliverance.  

These are the names of the fallen; these are the fathers and sons, friends and family, and students and staff that gave their lives for the cause of freedom. Their stories are etched in glass, their sacrifices in stone, their memory in the hearts of all who gather here today. 

Outside, the war memorial emerges solemnly through the fog and haze. The Celtic cross that crowns it stands proudly aloft, and the Sword of Sacrifice is raised heavenwards, its base covered with blood-red poppies blooming for the lives Flanders Fields retained. As the faithful assembled, the cobbled streets fell silent, and with deepest respect and eternal gratitude, this town remembered those St Andreans — standard-bearers of hope, honour, and humanity, who gave their ‘today’ for our ‘tomorrow’.