Thank you so much for this Yolly. I’m remembering a story my mother’s eldest brother Martin told her about his experience in France during WW1. He drove ammunition trucks to the front lines as a 19 year old, one of the nicest, sweetest guys my mother knew. He returned home at 21 an emotional basket case and a nearly life long alcoholic. He had never shared his story with anyone until, at age 66 he finally quit drinking and told my mother what he’d gone through. Telling me the story brought tears to her eyes, and brings them to mine as i type this. Will we learn? I hope so Yolly, before we destroy ourselves with our stupidity and arrogance.
Hating war – arguing for a pacifist position, even one that is not utterly purely pacifist – does not mean we cannot weep for and celebrate those who fight wars on our behalf.
With the tragically costly conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq, Remembrance Sunday – just like Anzac Day in Australia and Memorial Day in the USA – has assumed a new significance, and a new enthusiasm from the young.
From left to right: Distinguished Service Cross, 1914-15 Star, British War Medal 1914-18, Victory Medal 1914-18, Medal for Military Valour, Mercantile Marine War Medal 1914-1918,
For ourselves, remembering a father who died at 46 worn out by terrifying six years of naval service, a cousin who endured tropical diseases for his entire life after incarceration in a Japanese Prisoner of War camp, a Grandfather who served in the trenches in World War 1 and another Grandfather who received the DSC for trawling…
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