‘They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.’
I saw something on TV today that I don’t think I’ll ever forget. A service took place in Ypres for Remembrance Day, and, of course, there were veterans there. And, during the silence, an elderly man, suit and medals, was desperately trying to salute as he sat in his wheelchair. But he couldn’t. He was crying too heavily to be able to keep his hand to his forehead. Besides him, another veteran, wheelchair and medals, had his hand on his shoulder, comforting the man who cried for all he had lost whilst he himself cried too. I don’t know if they were friends, comrades, brothers; but what I do know, is that we’re all human, in the end.
Remembrance Day isn’t just about refreshed mourning. It’s a day of reflection, remembering the tragically short lives of soldiers, and the knowledge that we’re all working together for a brighter future.
Ghosts can’t change the past; but one small wind, joined by hundreds of others, can create a hurricane.