Remembrance day, Veterans Day, Armistice Day - call it what you will, it's always a sad day for me. Hearing The Last Post, The Lament and Reveille reduce me to rubble.
As a Cadet, I was on several Parades, as a Regular I was on 12 and two as a Reservist. I can count on one hand the days when it wasn't pouring rain or freezing cold; appropriate for the occasion. I was a Cold War Warrior, never having fired a shot in anger, and I often felt a fraud in front of the be-medalled Vets.
Saddest thing about them are their faces; tired, haggard, closer to the end of their lives than the beginning, but proud of what they did and those they served with. I sometimes think the really lucky ones are those that died, spared the indignity of old age, often in poor circumstances, if not abject poverty.
I watched a couple of episodes of "Band of Brothers" today and my wife and I celebrated by going for a jog with the dogs, twice; once in the morning and once in the afternoon. I have the health and fitness and I believe the best way to remember the sacrifice is to live well.
"And yes, it's true what they say
of war and war's alarms;
But oh, that I was young again
and held her in my arms ..."