Today is Armistice Day. It’s the day when we in the UK remember the fallen and the injured from WWI. ¬† These days we combine it with Remembrance Day (celebrated on the nearest Sunday to the 11th November) to also honour the fallen and injured from subsequent conflicts, including WWII.
I wanted to post this on the actual day of the Armistice for a particular reason, and I know I’m a bit late in getting this post up but I’ve been busier than usual today, so forgive me.
Do you remember that I did a post once about Jimmy, the little donkey who was born on the battlefields of the Somme and whose grave is now in my town park?¬†¬† Well, yesterday we were at the park, and as usual, passed by that memorial to a brave and uncomplaining soul.¬† A fresh wreath had been laid there, honouring the thousands of animals who had died or been injured in WWI, and in all wars, everywhere.
There was even a handwritten note to Jimmy, letting the world know that he, at least, has been remembered, and was being remembered, with respect and love.
I’m reading a book at the moment about the first world war.¬† Amazon have it down as a love story, and while it is that, it is so much more than that.¬† It is a gritty narrative which makes you feel that you know exactly what it was like to be there, wallowing in the noise, terror, blood, mud and body parts of the battlefields, and what it was like to be one of the women who waited, or one of the VADs who nursed the maimed, or drove ambulances in deep, continuing shock and despair, while officers and generals sat in comfort in warm offices in England and ordered them to walk, not run, into enemy fire – having first blown a whistle to let them know they were coming.
If you feel you would like to know more about that conflict – if you feel that Armistice Day is outdated and of no importance in today’s world of modern warfare – you might like to check it out.¬† ‘My Dear, I Wanted To Tell You’ is written by Louisa Young.
And let us not forget: conflicts are still going on all over the world and soldiers and ancillary staff and members of the public are still dying and still being horribly wounded and maimed.
I hate war – I would call myself a pacifist.¬† But ignoring those who have been injured and ignoring the grief of the families who have lost a loved one is not the way to end it.¬†¬† If we can’t do anything else, we can remember.