Rememberance

This weekend is ‘Remembrance Day’, when we remember those who gave their lives in the Great Wars, that we may live in freedom.  This year marking one hundred years since the end of World War One, makes it even more significant.  Armistice Day is on 11 November and is also known as Remembrance Day.  It marks the day World War One ended, at 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month, in 1918. A two-minute silence is held at 11am to remember the people who have died in wars.

There is much to talk about – freedom, sacrifice, grief, and pain and the things we don’t talk about like PTSD, and the mental and emotion scars wars, any war, all wars, leave on those who have fought and those who have watched them go, those still picking up the pieces.

It is a hard time in our house, the tension is palpable as the uniform is pressed, as the shoes are shined  and as the medals are pinned on. The memories unbidden, the fears often quelled rise again, the dreams return, events which no-one wants to re-live come back, all still take their toll, all still have their hold on a life that too young had to face too much, so that even now, even now the scars pulse.

So even for me, though I wasn’t there, though I haven’t seen, though I wasn’t involved, still the impact is there every day, it is just that on this day it is acknowledge by others.

So for me, as we wait for the parade, as I catch sight of my love in his uniform my heart swells both with pride and fear and my eyes fill with tears as I catch sight of the tension in his jaw, his pain.  As we bow our heads for the ‘two minutes silence’, I remember those who have gone on before, I pray for those still here who silently bear the scars and ask for protection on those who may still  have it all to face.

And I remember the Man of Sorrows, the One acquainted with grief, the One who knows pain,  who knows the meaning of sacrifice, the one who knows scars,  the One who bears the scars on His back, on His head, on His hands & His feet and has His side pierced. The Man of Sorrows, who before his death, took the cup of suffering and said ‘this do in remembrance of me’.

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