Remember

Imagine photo of memorial to John Lenon, Central Park, New YorkMy grandfather fought. His father fought, as did his. They all survived their wars. As a boy, standing in silence next to my desk at school, I made an effort to remember them, to thank them for risking their lives so that my generation would not have to.

As a teenager, during the Cold War, this sentiment made me an activist against nuclear weapons. It seemed logical that Remembrance Day should be a reminder about the then self-proclaimed function of the military: deterrence, redundance. We have it so we never have to use it. Let’s not, then. Today, that struggle continues.

As an adult, in a world of counter-insurgency, terrorism and perpetual, unnecessary wars, I have learned what it is like to lose friends to this endless violence. And I remember my grandfather as a man who fought alongside his friends. And they died.

I also remember that my grandfather and grandmother fought against war. They were activists. And I remember that, for generations, people have struggled against war.

I have much to be thankful for, to remember on this day. My father did not fight. He did not have to. I did not fight. I did not have to. I have worked much of my life in the hopes that my efforts will ensure my sons will not have to.

MT

Photo: Robin Taylor