Sunday, 9 November 2008

Remembrance Sunday

Today in Remembrance Sunday.

My Great-Grandfather was killed in World War I. He was a stretcher-bearer, having been injured in combat earlier in the war, and died just before Armistice Day. He left a wife and four children.

The husband of one of my best friends (they are the parents of my god-son) is serving with the British Army in Afghanistan.

My middle son is attending a Remembrance Day parade today with his Beaver pack.

I find the World Wars, and the current wars, difficult to think of, difficult to comprehend. I have tears in my eyes when I read the work of war poets, when I think of my little boy trying to understand what he is supposed to be remembering, when I think of my Great-grandmother, and the countless women of her generation made widows and the young men dying abroad.

Today, on Tuesday, every year, we must, we will remember them.


Jean N. said...

God bless your g-grandfather and everyone else who fought for our freedoms then and now.

Anonymous said...

I found a good picture book about WWI last year. It'll be in the archives of my blog somewhere in the summer of 2007, probably, when i was figuring out what to take for our Europe trip.

For Afghanistan, we've enjoyed Deborah Ellis's Breadwinner trilogy. Your eldest might be up for that as a read-together. Gives some insight into the situation there anyway. (I've reviewed them on the blog, too.)

But, in general, I know what you mean. My grandfather fought in WWI and survived (it was before he married so lucky for me I guess). I only recently found out that he fought at Passchendaele and that remembering made him depressed. Unsurprising really.

Gaynor said...

We did go visit my great-grandfather's grave in France when I was a teenager. I don't think I appreciated it then as I would now. Perhaps I will take my children one day.