This morning I woke up at 10:50 and my immediate thought was the 2 minute silence coming up around the world. I turned on my phone and watched the proceedings at the Cenotaph taking place in London. Each year we remember the two great world wars that have taken place over the last 100 years. We remember the sacrifices made and the lives taken for our country during this and the subsequent wars I have witnessed since. We think of the bereaved families who haven't or won't ever see their loved ones return home.
I think of how much I would just love to see peace. Just for once there be no fighting, no deaths, no military action and no terrorism. I know that the chance of seeing this in my lifetime are slim but I still hope.
But there was one thing that has been on my mind this Remembrance Sunday. Would the soldiers and people who died fighting for our freedom be proud of the way the world is today? If I am totally honest I am on the fence. I can only hope we are worthy of their sacrifice.
Last week I went and saw the poppies at the Tower of London. I got to witness the 888, 246 poppies that represent the great world war and the people who fought in it. I'd love to hug my great grandfather who fought in the first world war. I'd love to shake hands with my great uncle who died on the Bismark after it was bombed by a torpedo. I cannot even comprehend how thankful I am to them because I am so lucky to feel safe in this country. Despite every bad thing we see or read there are people out there who want to protect us. And for that I will be eternally thankful and forever indebted to their courage.
Thank you. It will never be enough.
I just hope hope remembering them will be.