Next Sunday at 11 A.M., the Western World will collectively hold its breath for a silent moment in a frail attempt to remember a war that human memory has now forgotten. It’s been 100 years since the guns went quiet at the end of The War to End all Wars, and there are no veterans left. No one who heard the guns, smelled the blood, tasted the fear or touched the dying. They are all gone, and it’s up to us and those who come after us to remember them. Not for their deeds or their politics — but simply because they lived and endured in a time that we must never, ever, ever repeat.
So, once again, I have a very simple story.
One hot summer day when I was a young man, I paused in front of the World War I cenotaph in Hedley British Columbia. It’s a single grey obelisk about two metres high. I’d seen it many times before but never bothered to stop. On that day in the glorious sunshine, its weathered grey was bright and warm and dry. There was no breeze in the drowsy afternoon, and no sound, just settling puffs of dust at my boot heels. No one was there but me. There were four or six or maybe even eight names etched at the base (Hedley wasn’t a very big town in 1918.) I touched the stone where the names were cut and read them to myself. These were men my age — sons and brothers. They had looked at the same mountains I saw that day; saw the same creek wandering down to the Similkameen River. They’d played games on that street, run and laughed and learned how to talk to girls. They were in their time what I was in mine.
Every year on November 11th, Remembrance Day, we pause for a moment. We touch the names cut into stone. Every year, I remember that I’ve forgotten those names.
7 thoughts on “November 11th, 2018”
You may have forgotten the names but you haven’t forgotten the feeling – that is what is important.
No, I haven’t and I probably never will
Moving tribute. Since Spain didn’t participate in WWI, they do not seem to have any remembrances planned. I have my alarm set, and will stop to think of those young men who were lost in the prime of their lives.
You have a way of taking my breath away, I felt like I was standing there with you.
That’s what every writer wants and sometimes we succeed.
Amazing how your thoughts are perfectly articulated into your writing. Greetz from Greece, WD.
Thanks, I try and sometimes get it right.