Lest we forget
Yesterday was the 11th November. Armistice Day. It’s always been something that has made a big impression on me, ever since I was about 10 and did a project about the first world war at primary school. I just couldn’t understand how people would have done that. How could the generals have said ‘right…. Go walk into those machine guns’ and the soldiers did it. It just didn’t make sense to me. Even then I had this feeling that there must have been some kind of mass hypnosis that the human race had simply gone mad and embarked on a period of incredible self-destruction. That coupled with advancement in military technology- machine guns, tanks etc combined to create a catastrophic situation resulting in the annihilation of an entire generation of men. It just didn’t make sense to me then, and still doesn’t now.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/remembrance/
But every year I’m reminded. This year was a little different because they don’t do >the poppy thing in France. I almost missed it, but I was in the office in the morning and listened to Radio 4’s broadcast of the remembrance day ceremony at the Cenotaph in London and paid my respects silently for 2 minutes at 11am.
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