We will remember.
We will gather, red poppies pinned on our lapels – the sound of a lone bugle will haunt the sky, the air will fill with the wisps of remembrance. We will gather to honor the dead, those who died in the name of freedom. It’s the least we can do.
None in the crowd will have an actual memory of that which we are remembering, the brave veterans of the World Wars lay in slumber – young people buried in graveyards across the ocean, old people laid to rest at home. We will remember for them, we will remember them.
This year marks the 100th anniversary of the end of WW1. One hundred years since those guns were silenced and the world dreamt of peace. But for all the fighting, all the loss, all the mourning, peace doesn’t reign. There was another World War, a Korean War, a war in Vietnam, in Afghanistan… the guns will not be silenced even as we stand in silence to remember. The dream of world peace remains a dream even as we honor the dead.
In my quiet corner of the world we can’t even imagine the scourge of war. We have no clue what it would be like to take the hands of our children and run for our lives – to put those children in a questionable vessel to face rolling waves and inhospitable shores. To know that what we are leaving is worse than what we are facing. We can’t imagine the unimaginable.
As I stand In that moment of silence today I will remember the sacrifice made for the privilege to stand in that moment. I will say a quiet prayer for peace in the world. I will think of the past and hope for the future. I will remember and dream – it’s the least I can do.
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Excellent!