From Belfast to St Andrews to London, Britain came to a standstill at noon.
It was touching and I cried as I watched the news.
As Big Ben chimed the hour, London ground to a halt. Piccadilly Circus so motionless, it looked like a photograph. City traders like statues on the floor. Trafalgar Square, Tavistock Place and King's Cross, packed with people wiping their eyes. The occupants of Scotland Yard, Number 10, Buckingham Palace - all emerged like silent symbols into the sunlight, standing in solidarity to respect the lost innocents.
May they not have died in vain.