Ninety-four years ago today the guns fell silent after four long years of relentless killing.
spoken about this before. I still believe that the U.S. has done this day a disservice.
There is certainly a time and place to render respect to those who have served a nation under arms - although I would further add that when those who have served have done so not to defend against genuine threats to the nation's safety but to advance national interests abroad the relationship changes - but that this day should be reserved for those who were subsumed in the abyss of death that was the Great War.
And the thought occurred to me this Remembrance Sunday; I find it rather sad that we "celebrate" this day with armed soldiers and military pomp.
Although the day is about men who served and died as soldiers, the men who died would very likely have wanted us to remember not the illusion of power and glory that led them to those deaths, but the reality of suffering and pain that were the chiaroscuro that often made those deaths a welcome release.
After nearly one hundred years it is hard to be sure, but I would bet that many of those dead men would rather have us lay down those weapons and approach their monuments in sorrow and regret that we will pick them up again.
a running lake, a flock of sheep, and one who sings her child to sleep.
But the reality is that the hell of Sulva Bay (and Verdun, and Passchendaele, and the Somme, and Chemin des Dames, and the Argonne, and Tannenberg, and the Isonzo, and Caporetto, and all the other nameless places where millions of young men suffered and died - and millions more women and children starved and bled and vomited their lives out from typhus and cholera and influenza) never touched this country.
So we don't really understand this day, and what it means to the nations that do and those of their sons and daughters that suffered.