This week, on Thursday November 11th, we remember those men and women who sacrificed for their country. Those who served, those who administered to the sick and injured, those who knitted, baked, donated and raised funds, those who waited for their loved ones to come home, those who were filled with grief when they didn’t, and those who welcomed home loved ones only to find a stranger had returned in their place.
World War One was not the ‘war to end all wars’ but it did reshape war forever. War, always brutal, was more deadly than ever before. The ripples of war extend far beyond the battle field. The shadow of war falls over multiple generations. It’s this we remember when we pin a poppy to our chest, when we keep our silence at the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month. There is no good war, there is only war. And we remember, we learn, we teach, about war so that, someday, there may not be another one.
Lest we forget.