This morning I join my fellow Optimist Club board members at the Remembrance Day ceremony, to lay a wreath in memory of those that have fallen. We do not forget.
Around the world, across almost every nation, a silent cry of mourning will be heard at the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month. This is not a celebration. It is a solemn vigil. We mourn. We mourn fathers and sons, mothers and daughters. We mourn all those that went before in far away lands and times long gone.
I have observed this silence from my earliest childhood, marching hand in hand beside my soldier father, a lifetime ago and thousands of miles away. Here, now an old man on another continent in another country, I remember. And I mark the day. We all do. Across the world those that remain join in silent commune. We do not forget.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.
