There is a part of me that wonders why I care about these people who I’ve never met, nor have I ever seen their suffering first hand. There is another part of me though, that just says, ‘shut up and respect the things you know nothing about.’ And that is what I chose to listen to on days like Remembrance Day, and 9/11. They have lived through1 some horrible shit, including the loss of their loved ones2 and at the very least, they deserve my thoughts today.
I may not agree with war, and I may not have been alive for any of the wars to understand what they went through. But I don’t think I need to be to give them my thoughts on Remembrance Day1. I could lie and say that part of the reason I chose the color scheme for my birthday party was for Remembrance Day, but I won’t – though it did cross my mind when I was buying my red Gerbera Daisies.
Remembrance Day is one of those days that always fills me with such great appreication for the great men and women who sacrificed their lives for everybody else. Even the ones who survived and came back were never the same. I’m not sure if they knew what they were getting into… or whether, if they did would they have gone anyway? But it doesn’t matter, the point is they went and we need to honour them by remembering.
I’ll admit I don’t know the name of a single person who I should be remembering, but2 I believe that a person’s soul doesn’t have a name but it certainly has character and there’s a collective characteristic that all those involved share; I think that their souls’ are what is important to remember. So I remember their efforts, their sacrifices and their hearts.
Of course, we also have to remember those who are in Afghanistan3; I hope they stay safe – even though I know that’s extremely difficult over there.
Do you remember?