I remember the fallen.
I think of the struggle and pain of individual men and women fighting all over the world.
And I don't like it.
The remembering of the war, the great war, the war to end all wars, was to ensure it never happens again. We are not doing very well: but still I remember. This year as always I shall be silent at 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month and think of the dead. I shall pray that sometime in the future the dead we remember will not be recent dead but soldiers from long in the past. Pray that eventually we will come to our senses and stop killing each other.