It’s the weekend of Remembrance, and I think that it’s a meaningful period to really spend some time reflecting on mistakes we have made in the past, and thinking about how we should never make them again.
Unfortunately, human nature is such that we are likely to keep repeating these things, and there always seems to be a war or some kind of conflict somewhere in the world. Perhaps one day that will all change.
We had a wreath laying ceremony at our school and it was streamed into all the classrooms on Youtube. I had a goup of twelve year olds and most were respectful, but some were just treating it as a bit of a joke.
I chose to have a conversation with the whole class when the ceremony was over, and rather than scream at the naughty ones, we all talked about why we stop and remain silent for two minutes. I hope that the conversation will stay with some of the ones that didn’t understand.
Hopefully those kids will go out into the world and actively make sure that we don’t have to remain silent for another group of men and women that have to lay down their lives for the ego of a leader.
I drew this picture a couple of years ago and I’ve only ever shared it on my personal facebook page. So I thought that I would put it up today as it gives me the feels, so I hope it has the same effect on a few others.
I didn’t really appreciate what these people gave while I was growing up. It was such a distant idea, that teenagers could be putting their lives in danger to protect their country.
But then I went to the Belgian war graves and memorials and my whole world felt as thought it had been shaken up. I was sixteen and it was November. I remember going to Tyne Cot War Cemetery and the silence just hitting us like a solid wall.
We all left the warmth of the coach where there was laughter between friends and stepped out into the cold cemetery and it was like entering a different world.
Just as I started to walk through the graves, the snow started to fall and I could feel myself swelling with all of the emotions a person of that age could feel. There was fear and sadness on the one hand, but also thankfulness and pride on the other. It was a very strange feeling while also being so young.
I hope that the future generations also take the time to go and learn this history because the worst thing that could happen would be for the stories to be forgotten. That is when the same mistakes are made again, and that is what we all should fear.
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