I remember remembering
I have no memory of a world at war, of days and nights laced with fear or of lives lost. I have no visions of the faces of young men and women finding courage beyond my imagination. I have no memory of rationing or shortages or sacrifice. And I’m thankful for that – the death, […]
11-11 The Eleventh Hour, The Eleventh Month
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 […]