Just what is it that we remember on this November Sunday? A few minutes a year to acknowledge the sacrifice of thousands of lives given in the name of Queen and Country? The horror of the 'Great War' where tens of thousands died in just hours? Some remember the futility and waste and I side with them.
My father served the Royal Welsh Fusiliers as Chaplain and proudly talked of his involement in the D day landings. Every Rembrance Sunday I would attend church with him and he talked of what he was remembering. Along with the memories of lost colleagues, heroic stories and brave deeds he had one over riding rememberance. The central rememberance for my father was the lesson to be learned from the 'war to end all wars' - sadly it didn't!
We still believe in wars, we still have faith in our ability to overthrow regimes and foreign governments- we call it the support of freedom - the defence of allies.
I remember the views of my Father who simply quoted 'thou shalt not kill' and 'love thy neighbour' - I completely accept that we need protection from evil and despotic regimes. But I fear for the soul of any nation or individual that takes the life of another under amy name.
Fallen-Saved- Glorious?
