On Friday at 11am, the nation fell silent in remembrance of
those who went off to war, never to return. I attended services both on Friday
and on Sunday, and both were equally poignant.
Remembrance is a personal thing. I don’t wear a poppy. That’s
not disrespectful. I just believe the wearing of the poppy has been hijacked by
certain sections of society, for the wrong reasons. I wear mine on the inside. Likewise,
I tend not to go to public remembrance services, but wherever I am, whatever I’m
doing, every 11th November at 11am, I step outside for two minutes of
contemplative and respectful silence.
This year, however, I happened to be on a MOD site on the 11th
so I attended the on-site service. I was amazed at the turn out. Yes, you’d
expect the military to be there, but civilians too turned out in their hundreds
to pay respect. The service was very moving. Reveille always gives me a lump in
the throat, and the two minutes’ silence was impeccably observed. I think the
presence of so many military personnel, most of them still serving, made it all
the more poignant to me. Most of them would know someone currently in-theatre.
A large percentage of them have probably lost a colleague, a friend or a family
member in service. It made me realise that remembrance is as much about 2011 as
it is about the trenches of the Somme or the Normandy beaches.
Cubs on Parade |
On Sunday I attended my first Remembrance parade as a Cub
leader. We had to bribe the Cubs to
attend by offering a night hike from Welsh Newton and a sleepover in the Scout
hut the night before, but, in fairness, they were all very enthusiastic about
attending, a feeling reflected in the smartness of their uniforms and the fresh
polish on their shoes. We assembled at Monmouth Castle and proudly marched into
town – Thursday’s drill practice clearly paying off – with the local TA and RNR
units, the mayoral party, police, MPs and AMs, Scouts, Guides and local schools
for a service in glorious November sunshine at the War Memorial. We then
attended a very moving service at St Mary’s Priory Church.
I was so proud of the way our Cubs conducted themselves. They
showed dignity and respect well beyond their years, but they also enjoyed themselves.
They were under strict orders not to wave at the crowd as we marched, but you
could see proud smiles crack their faces as family members were spotted en
route. Our flag bearer had miraculously transformed from the little ****
keeping half the pack awake all night to a responsible member of society! But
most of all they collectively just seemed to “get” it. The emphasis of Sunday
was very much on the World Wars of last century, with a number of veterans in
attendance and laying wreaths. So, I asked myself, what relevance does it all
have to an eight year old boy? But, without any coaching from their leaders, they
did find it relevant and clearly
understood the importance of remembering those who have given their lives.
And that gives me hope that our future is in good hands. Remembrance
isn’t, as I have heard some say, about glorifying war. It’s about - to me
anyway - realising war’s futility and making sure in future we don’t use it
other than as a last resort. And it’s about paying respect to those who decided
it was worth making the ultimate sacrifice and who shall not grow old. And if
our youngest members of society grow up understanding that, things can’t be all
bad.
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