Remembering – it’s the least we can do

Lorraine Richmondview on culture

Is war the way to peace?  Is spilled blood the price for freedom?

There is no glory in the act of war. Today is not the day for political debate or an armchair opinion. It is a day to remember.

It is a day to honour those who sacrificed body, mind and soul for the freedom of kin and country.

It is a day to honour those who fought for a greater purpose and a higher call than comfort or convenience.

Today is not about our convenience. It is not a day for advantage marketing or for highlighting a political or company logo. It is a day to stand shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, as citizens who choose to honour the people who paid the ultimate price for our freedom.

It is a day to remember those who died.

It is a day to remember those who lived. The cost has leaked into the next generations with untold heartaches and scars. The price of war and freedom has been excruciatingly high in the soul of all humanity and culture.

We carry a great sadness in this paradox of remembering.  There is a time for sadness. There is a time to honour. There is a time to express our deep, sincere and heart-felt gratitude. There is a time to lay our wreath and our poppy down at the cenotaph.

There is a time for words.  There is a time for silence.

There is a time to hold high the torch passed to us from failing hands.

We will remember them.