How does a nation commemorate its dead and how does it ensure the continuation of a national collective memory
when you're all quite taken with pictures of pert bulldogs? This is not my Remembrance Day -- mine's in November -- but I wanted to put something here to open up a discussion about memory.
Is it important to remember, to commemorate sacrifice and to live out the larger because of the greater heart of it? Or should there be a great forgetting? A freedom from the bloodsoaked trails of the past that young men and women so often trod in order to keep your barbecues and your forty percent off sales from being dimmed by defeat?
I've a notion that memory - original memory - can be grafted onto those who do not have that memory. Places like your Arlington National Cemetery and my Thiepval house this consciousness and share the experiences with those of different generations. It's a way of ensuring - or promising - that the sacrifices of yesterday do not meant the sacrifices of today are still in vain.
For all of you who fought (where ever you fought), you have my utmost respect and I am very proud to walk behind you boot print in boot print. Thank you from the very bottom of my very faint heart.
[Filter: Steve (616)]Cheers.