In 2018, I wrote this short post for my Facebook, but I feel it's important to share it today, as it's still as valid. It's simply entitled 1918 -2018.
The world rushes by, we forget to remember.
The young sit on a brick wall scrolling their phones, and don’t remember.
The man drives his car late for his meeting, he doesn’t remember.
The woman sits at her desk typing, she has no time to remember.
The freedom of them all belongs to actions from the past.
We all need to stop.
We all need to remember.
Without remembering we wouldn’t be what we are today.
Without remembering those who fought for us, enduring the mud, stench and filth of a trench, the pounding, booming horror of a battlefield, the frightened adrenaline of not knowing what was coming next, when it would end or if that day would have all been in vain.
They were the heroes, the defenders of our future, the people who shaped the life we are now free to live, and we own them our gratitude.
The Young should be taught, the parents should remind and we should all be grateful for what our ancestors did for us today. Many of those brave heroes never got to live for long, love or have families of their own.
Their short lives ended on a battlefield.
If we remember just one thing it should be to learn from the past and never makes the same mistakes again.
Life is precious. Life isn’t about conflict, division or hatred.
Life is about beginnings, working together and peace, and this is why we remember 100 years on.
~ Chrissie Parker, 1918-2018, one hundred years.
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