So, be warned, I will be repeating some of my annual rants ~ yes, I know that’s what they are ~ about Remembrance Day.
I will tell you, again, even though I know (and, obviously don’t care) that you’re tired of hearing it, that it is Remembrance Day, it’s NOT bloody Veterans Day, and I really don’t care what the Government of Canada, especially Veterans Affairs Canada, and the Royal Canadian Legion have to say about that ~ if you are “remembering” or “honouring” veterans then you have have totally failed to understand what Remembrance Day means.
I will tell you, again, that Remembrance Day doesn’t glorify war nor does it “honour” death. It simply recognizes that about two million mostly young Canadians have gone overseas, since 1899, and over 100,000 of them now rest (mostly) “in some corner of a foreign field” or, like my father, in no known grave at all. Trust me, none of them wanted to die, none of them went off hoping for a glorious death. There is not “glory” in being blown to bits or burned alive or drowned. But they went … they ALL wanted to come home. Too many didn’t. That’s all that we are asked to remember ~ nothing else.
I will tell you, again, that its doesn’t matter if you wear a poppy or not, and if you do it doesn’t matter what colour it is. It doesn’t matter if you go to a cenotaph or not. All that matters is that you take a few seconds ~ it needn’t be two minutes and it needn’t be silent and it needn’t even be on 11 November ~ and just think, to yourself: “so many dead, so much human potential lost, that’s a damned shame.”
Once again, I will ask you to remember that:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.