I'm sitting here beneath a sky the colour of raw slate, wondering what it must be like to be cut down by a bullet. To see the light go out of your best friend's eyes while you are trying to stop the bleeding with a dirty rag, all the while thanking some meciless god that it wasn't you; then living with the guilt of that for the rest of your life. To be ordered to sacrifice everything for a cause that you don't quite understand, for a faceless government that considers "losses of up to 30% within acceptable limits for this operation".
The problem is, I can't remember any of this. It is so far beyond my realm of experience, that the whole idea of a day devoted to remembering it seems almost comically absurd. In fact, why do I need to do any "remembering" anyway, when all this horror is going on right now.
A moment of silence for the fallen. A lifetime of outrage for those whose lives are still being thrown away in this disgusting fashion.
So let's all pay lip service to "Remebrance Day". If you asked me, we don't remember anything.
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