The past couple of days I have found myself reflecting on Remembrance Day and all that it means. As I thought about it I kept coming back to the same thought that I will never fully understand the magnitude of this day, and what an immense blessing that is. As I did research and looked at all of the pictures stating “we remember” I began to wonder if we really do remember. As someone who has grown up in a country free of war, a country with freedom of speech and human rights, a country with wealth and independence and peace, I don’t remember.
I don’t remember the day I enlisted to go war. I don’t remember the excitement and patriotism turned to fear in the reality of what I saw. I don’t remember the stench of death and the singular focus to survive. I don’t remember what it was like for those mothers to lose a child, those children to lose a parent, those people to lose a spouse, a family member, a friend. I don’t remember getting word back that a loved one had passed or the memorial services that followed. I don’t remember returning home to a world completely different than it had been before; a world filled with trauma, flashbacks, and wondering why I survived.
I don’t remember.
So to all of those who do remember, to those who lived it, heard it, experienced it, and lost someone from it, I thank you. I thank you for your sacrifice and your service. I thank you from the bottom of my heart to all those who have fought and are fighting for our country and for me. And although I do not remember, I take a moment today to remember you and all you have done for me.
To read some letters and accounts from both wars check out this link: http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/those-who-served/diaries-letters-stories