The eleventh hour of the eleventh day… of the eleventh month.
A day of memories.
The first war.. to end all wars.. Ended. This took effect on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month in 1918, the ending of this terrible war.
That was quite some time ago. This war to end all wars. A global conflict that took so many lives.
So what happened?
Perhaps I am too young, to naive. To understand how a war could be fought.
But they continue…………………
Disagreements? religion? oil? money? borders? race?
There are no winners in a war. none.
We can not, as a people, let a tyrant rule a country.. and practice genocide.
who are we, though, to decide when this happens? Who are we to say, lets step into this other countries affairs?
In this world it is easier to determine, but how does it start? How does someone that governs a country… do this?
oh, I know, these questions have been asked a multitude of times.
Our Remembrance day, our day of honoring those who have served, brings them to light. These memories, because these memories are important.
But not just those who have served please, but those who have lost too, the Mothers and Fathers, Brothers and Sisters, Aunts and Uncles.. cousins.. friends. The person down the street that knows the family.. the student that perhaps one day may have been taught by the person, who is now lost.
Maybe a world leader, or a pharmacist who discovers that script will conflict with someones meds.. will never return, never do this…. never rule a country, never save a life…
so many are gone, how would the world be different if they were all still here, all still getting along?
It is not just IED’s that are a new terrible word. I know this is going to be a conflict, but those that have set these terrible things… how would you feel if people were in your country? How would you react? How do you make an overwhelming force leave? I am not saying this is right, not at all. Please, life is precious to me, I have felt it leave a person. Perhaps no one is right, both are wrong. People reacting differently, not understood, no one is giving, no one is trying. We have to give a little, we have to be flexible.
I don’t understand why we can not get along. I truly can’t.
Remembrance days.. when as a school we all troop out in the cold and it seems always rainy days, to stand at a monument, a cenotaph, where some nice old people and groups of scouts, and the school, will stand quietly and place reefs, trumpets play and we are silent. We just go, it is a thing we do… but now… it seems different.
Now when we stand quietly, the person beside us is crying, the little child is clinging quietly. We know them and are clinging too, and we discover tears are also slipping down our cheeks.
It is different now.
it is back stronger, memories are now first hand, not shared through others.
it is wrong.
A war to end all wars was fought, so many gave so much.. and for what? If it was not the war to end all wars? Why did they have to give so much? what did we as a world learn?