REMEMBER…World War I and World War II ~ and all who have answered the call of their countries.
“World War I and World War II changed the shape of Europe and the lives of countless millions of its people. Both civilian and armed forces suffered grievously, with survivors badly scarred, physically and emotionally.
Today we continue to live out the long term effects of these human catastrophes. It is left to us to learn what happened in these awful conflicts and to learn from what happened – and then to remember.”
“The silent tears from big, brawny sunburnt men, old and young, always made a small skinny kid (me) wonder what on earth these men and woman went through. In those days, we still also had many surviving gladiators left from World War 1 including some of my older relatives. What was this about, I wondered?
Tears, gently laid flowers, messages to uncles, fathers, grandparents and great grandparents, enormous reverence and impermeable sadness. At last I knew exactly what this was about.
It was not about glorifying war. It was about family. It was about mateship, bravery and kindness. It was about remembering above all, what is good about humanity.
Our parents and ancestors, as young men and woman so many years ago, answered the call of our countries, not the call from our politicians. They did not know, nor particularly care, about the political correctness of having a choice of going to battle – or who they were to fight. They fought for what they believed in, and history, with its 20/20 hindsight, focuses us on the horrific futility and utter waste that war brings. So many incredibly brave young men and woman, answering in so many ways, and in so many lands, the call to arms. A quiet determination to do their job – whatever it took.
This was about remembrance of friendship and family, and a celebration of all the enduring things that are good and noble about the human spirit.
Our future – and our past – is about our young people. In all of history it is they that have always borne the brunt of war.”
‘They shall grow not 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.
Lest we forget…’