What I want to say can't be said in a tweet...so I thought I'd use this place.
Most of you will never see Ypres, the Menin Gate, or Arras. I have. Stepping off a coach in the middle of fields in North Western Continental Europe and seeing nothing but white crosses in every direction is a very emotional moment. You can't quite believe the scale until it lies before you in all its horrific detail. Every single cross has a name....a story....a life behind it....and you can't quite believe the scale. Walk through the silent fields and (on most of the grave sites) you will see a wall.....10-15 feet high....and from a distance it looks like a boundary wall. As you get closer to the wall you see panel after panel after panel.......closer still and you find every panel has names.....countless names. Each name is a soldier who died but had no recogniseable body to bury. The Menin Gate itself has 55,000 of these names, Tyne Cot cemetary another 33,000.
This is why we remember.
We do not remember for honour, or glory. We do not remember to torture ourselves and justify wasted life. We remember the sacrifice of so many, so young, and most of all we remember so that this does not happen again. Wear a red poppy, wear a white poppy, wear a black armband, wear nothing at all....but please...remember. Think of countless lives lost...military and civilian in the countless conflicts over the years regardless of whether the wars were justified or not.
In a world that is increasingly selfish, hurried, and insensitive I think we need to take just two minutes out of our lives to remember these things.
Right now there's endless debates on the subject on the radio....what colour poppy you wear, why you observe the day, beliefs regarding the military. I don't care about those things. I have my own personal reasons for observing the two minute silence, and they were cemented one warm and breezy day in a field in Belgium, and I know other people may not share them...but I would still appeal to you to take those two minutes to think.
Even now there is armed conflict in the world....and we pore over it in grim detail as we look at the 231 British lives lost in Afghanistan since 2001. Is it justified? Is it worth it? I'm not sure I can give you an answer, but I'm also sure none of those people went to Afghanistan to die, and I'm sure that each and every one left behind someone to mourn them. Please, stop the debating, stop the ranting, and just for two minutes on November 11th at 11am respect Armistice Day. If you're still reading then thank you for your time, and I hope this gave you something to think about.
Most of you will never see Ypres, the Menin Gate, or Arras. I have. Stepping off a coach in the middle of fields in North Western Continental Europe and seeing nothing but white crosses in every direction is a very emotional moment. You can't quite believe the scale until it lies before you in all its horrific detail. Every single cross has a name....a story....a life behind it....and you can't quite believe the scale. Walk through the silent fields and (on most of the grave sites) you will see a wall.....10-15 feet high....and from a distance it looks like a boundary wall. As you get closer to the wall you see panel after panel after panel.......closer still and you find every panel has names.....countless names. Each name is a soldier who died but had no recogniseable body to bury. The Menin Gate itself has 55,000 of these names, Tyne Cot cemetary another 33,000.
This is why we remember.
We do not remember for honour, or glory. We do not remember to torture ourselves and justify wasted life. We remember the sacrifice of so many, so young, and most of all we remember so that this does not happen again. Wear a red poppy, wear a white poppy, wear a black armband, wear nothing at all....but please...remember. Think of countless lives lost...military and civilian in the countless conflicts over the years regardless of whether the wars were justified or not.
In a world that is increasingly selfish, hurried, and insensitive I think we need to take just two minutes out of our lives to remember these things.
Right now there's endless debates on the subject on the radio....what colour poppy you wear, why you observe the day, beliefs regarding the military. I don't care about those things. I have my own personal reasons for observing the two minute silence, and they were cemented one warm and breezy day in a field in Belgium, and I know other people may not share them...but I would still appeal to you to take those two minutes to think.
Even now there is armed conflict in the world....and we pore over it in grim detail as we look at the 231 British lives lost in Afghanistan since 2001. Is it justified? Is it worth it? I'm not sure I can give you an answer, but I'm also sure none of those people went to Afghanistan to die, and I'm sure that each and every one left behind someone to mourn them. Please, stop the debating, stop the ranting, and just for two minutes on November 11th at 11am respect Armistice Day. If you're still reading then thank you for your time, and I hope this gave you something to think about.



