Why I don't like Rememberance Day (but honour it anyway)  

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11/11/2005 6:02 am

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Why I don't like Rememberance Day (but honour it anyway)

1. The bugles: these things always tie my stomach into little knots. Its as if the notes are compelling you to something that you do not want to do, that you know damn well you shouldn't do, but you are going to do anyway.
2. The silence: what we experience here isn't the silence. There is always some kind of background noise, flags flapping, people fidgeting or coughing, the occasional child crying. The silence we experience is external; the real thing comes from within. There is sound, but its muffled, like the earth itself is soaking up the sound.
3. Remembering: You don't actually remember the entire thing in any logical sequence. Its more like a TV commercial break, snapshots of faces, sounds, smells and voices all disjointed, like 10 second sound bites. It is called the Fog, and with good reason.

A wise man once told me that when you go to those places and do those things; you leave something of yourself behind, and in its place you bring back some of it with you. You can tell who they are, and where they've been. Maybe its the "Thousand-Mile Stare", more often its the "cornered-rat" look. There is no problem remembering, quite the opposite in fact. And then there is the anger, the terrible rage at the injustice of it all, on so many levels that we are often not even aware of them all.

Rememberance Day: When you look at us without understanding, without feeling what we feel. And for that those of us who have thought about such things are grateful, after all that is why we go. And it is a very nice gesture on your part. Now if only we could get rid of the damn bugles.

An afterthought:
How ironic it is, that on this day of all days, I should board the plane and fly into the East, to fight the last battle of a forgotten war.

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