Tuesday, 11 November 2014

We Remember. Always.


11 o'clock. 11th November.

This year, Gatwick arrivals area, over 100 people, a British Legion Standard bearer. Last year, my office, alone. The year before that, a Warwickshire street.

It doesn't matter how many or how few congregate together on this date. We all stand still in silence, united through time and space, to honour those who died in war.

We choose to wear what has become the most powerful symbol for peace, a symbol that unites all who wear it, regardless of what they might disagree with otherwise. Honouring the fallen, be they husbands, wives, sons, daughters, grandparents or strangers, is not a warhawk act.

It's a prayer that there will be a day when no new names are added to the lists of those have gone before; that humanity has learnt there are other ways, more collaborative and co-operative ways, to co-exist.

Until then, at the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.