I don’t know what to write about this morning’s Remembrance Day service that I haven’t covered already in my previous post. I’m ashamed to say it was my first one in a few years, first one since I moved to Victoria. All I have are scattered impressions and a couple of photographs, so I’ll share them randomly.
My daughter’s young man is a fourth-year cadet aiming to join the army, and I’m not sure how I feel about that because she seems to really like him and I know loving a man in a uniform leads to all sorts of complications besides the usual ones. Currently The Regiment he is attached to has members serving on combat operations in Afghanistan.
Bagpipes always make me cry.
During the ceremony we stood near a decorated Air Force officer. She was so tiny her medals hardly fit across the breast of her uniform. I wanted to know more about her. I’m sorry I didn’t have the kajones to introduce myself and ask.
People should probably not bring excitable dogs to a place where there’s going to be a 21-gun salute.
I really detest “Onward Christian Soldiers,” even when in the context of a Remembrance Day Ceremony. Even when I believed in Jesus, that hymn seemed just — wrong. I wasn’t the only one; the church choir I sang in for years resisted it as well.
There are no WWI veterans left. There are few WWII veterans left either. I did, however see several blue berets and UN jackets.
When will all this remembering translate into true worldwide peace?