Another year has passed and I shall go down to the war memorial in the Prince’s Gardens on my own for the seventh year to stand with what seems to be a dwindling number of old and young folk to remember the millions lost to war.
And as I stand there shivering in the cold wind I will remember those who were killed in the Great War and the two Uncles I never met or knew who were killed in the second “world” war, I will remember my old dad who came back from the ‘conflict’ with malaria and a piece of his soul missing, and the many young men and women who are still returning from foreign fields with parts of their bodies blown off or unable to cope with life because of what they have seen or done.
I will remember those in charge back in 1914 that sent wave after wave of frightened young men over the top to die in droves just to gain a yard of ground, and the lying politicians who started conflicts on the basis of non existing “intelligence” so that they can gain access to oil.
And I will remember all those who profited from the death and disfigurement of those that have given their all to protect their countries and continue to do so.
I will remember them all.