So there I was just stopping by McD’s for a little bite to eat. I took my meal and since they have a tendency to screw you whether you use the drive through or not I checked my bag. Sure enough, they forgot my pies. This is not a rant against people who work in fast food establishments because what do you expect from people who get minimum wage anyways?
When I returned to the counter to get my pies one of the girls was asking some of the other staff why they got extra pay for working on November the 11th. The best answer any of them came up with was someting about remembering dead soldiers. I just stood there with a look of stunned amazement on my face. I could not believe what I was hearing from these people.
When I was a kid everything was closed on Remembrance Day. We always followed the procession to the centre of town to participate in the laying of the wreaths and the ceremonies to remember those who gave up their lives for us. It didn’t matter how cold it was because there was simply no excuse for not going.
My Great Grandfather was a member of the Black Watch regiment and fought the Germans in World War One. He and his fellow Scots went against the might of the Germans and though they were often outnumbered and outgunned they prevailed. He came home while many of his friends did not.
I saw a documentary where a German soldier was speaking of his experiences in the war and he spoke of the Black Watch regiment. They had enjoyed success in all their missions and overrun many allied units. They felt that they were unstoppable. Then they met the soldiers who wore kilts and fought like no others had. It got to the point where they would give up well defended positions if they heard the sound of bagpipes knowing that they would be slaughtered if they stayed. This old Hun said he had never faced braver men who just refused to give any quarter and had no regard for their own lives. A man fighting for his home and family is indeed a dangerous adversary.
My uncle was there in World War two fighting against the evil that was the Third Reich. He was an Alberta farm boy who had never been anywhere before war was declared. I cannot imagine his horror as he helped liberate the victims of the concentration camps. I do know this horror stayed with him through his whole life. He would not attend any ceremonies and forbade anyone from talking about the war because he did not want to revisit that time in his life. I understood that. It was only at his funeral that his medals were taken out and buried with him. He was content to live his life as an anonymous hero.
So I set my things on the counter and took a little time to enlighten these young ladies still not believing that they had not been taught any of this in school.
I am afraid that at some point we will forget and the deaths of so many will have been in vain.
We must never forget.
Ever.