Today is Armistice_Day.
For some a big deal, for others a dusty reminder.
The only wars I have been on the fringes of were the Falklands (my then fiance was there) and the Gulf and Balkan wars (sorry, conflicts!) as I was working closely with the military.
So why do I go to the Armistice Day service every year? Why do I bow my head in respect and remembrance?
I have a little list of people I go for:
WWI - my great uncle, who was in a POW camp
WWII - my uncles who fought and my Polish grandparents who survived hell
Mike (see Bruise Brothers post)
Tom (another soldier friend who took his own life)
My dad - never seen a war, but died when I was only 17
And all my friends in the military who have lost friends, family and colleagues.
This isn't a day for old fogies to remember fallen comrades - it's a day for all of us to remember them.
The inscription on the memorial at Kohima in the Far East says:
"When You Go Home, Tell Them Of Us And Say,
For Their Tomorrow, We Gave Our Today"