
There is a gentleman I know, a man of the sea, whose name is Mick. Not a young man, not any more. Today his boots will be polished, his medals will gleam on his chest, and his beloved dog will walk, unseen now, by his side, shepherding the memories of so many of Mick’s comrades as the few who remain pay their respects.
He will stand straight, in pride, in remembrance and there will be tears in his eyes.
There has been much debate about the value of Remembrance Day in recent years… it is a century after all since the Great War, a lifetime since World War II… isn’t it time, they ask, to let it rest?
Yet, since those wars, how many people have been slaughtered in violent conflict? Civilian and military alike. How many will lose their lives, their homes, their loved ones today?
How can we…
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