“What would a won war look like?“Remembrance Day is a memorial day that is celebrated in many countries as well as countries that are Commonwealth, since World War One came to an end. On this day, citizens of the Commonwealth countries honour members of their armed forces who went to the battle fields at World War I and World War II who have died in the line of duty.
This Day is celebrated on 11th November every consecutive year, as this is the date which they remember the end of hostilities which was served on 11 November 1918.
The first Armistice Day was officially celebrated on the morning of the 11 November 1919, on the grounds of Buckingham Palace.
Remembrance day is a very important celebration in all Commonwealth countries. And November is a sorrowful, dull-coloured and unsmiling month – despite having my birthday in it.
When I was a child growing up, I learned a lot about Remembrance Day since my father attended all the ceremonies every year. I was a very young girl when I learned about the “eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918” – the day the Armistice was signed.
And every consecutive year on this day, I think of my father who joined the British Army as a young man. When I was growing up, he told me lots of stories about soldiers, his army days and how life was being a soldier. He taught me the song “He’ll be coming round the mountain when he comes” and that was the song that he and his soldier friends sang and I grew up knowing this song by heart. He taught me how they paraded and I did it too with him and it was fun time I had and to date I still remember all those laughing moments I thought I was a “little soldier girl.” I still remember “YES SIR, NO SIR.” My dad loved telling me about soldiers, all through my years of innocence until to the day I came to comprehension of the whole affair of one being a soldier.
And still I remember how he said he was so joyous when he arrived home and they sang army songs while they were coming down from their ship. I was so young to even imagine a picture of how it was. But today I could think back and create the image of a ship docked into the harbour, and the soldiers disembarking, and all parents, wives, and families streamed themselves to surround them. How I wish I was around that time. I would imagine those early days were so exciting. It makes me feel so emotional while I am writing, and how I feel of that such important day.
And I grew up loving soldiers and the life they live giving their time to save their countries. And all along in my life, anytime I would come across any sort of information about soldiers, I would read about it, I would pick up any magazine or books that has something to do with soldiers or armies or battlefield. I just love reading about them and till today, I still have the love for soldiers and thanks to my father who gave me this inspiration since I was a little girl. I am a “fan” of soldiers and I will always do! And most of all, I love watching them in their uniforms, they look smart and beautiful, don’t they!
Remembrance Day is when I think of questions that I could have asked my father but they are questions that I think would disturb him even more. I always think the biggest sadness of his life might have been to see his friends falling. Is there any of his friends who have given him words that he still think of to this day that he has never spoken about? I have always seen my dad went in deep reflection when I was a child, and I remember at times I used to ask him, “Papa what are you thinking of?” And he responded to me “I am thinking of you.” And to have reached my age of comprehension when I think back on those days, I also go down into a deep reflection that my father may have been thinking on his army days when time became tough and seeing his friends falling down, and perhaps his wish was he could have helped them but he was himself powerless or helpless to do so.
I imagine he has a piece of the world that he doesn’t speak about. He never spoke of combat to me, and one day while I was talking to someone who was once a soldier, and I mentioned to him that my father never told me about combat. He said to me, “listen and I will tell you something.” He then said to me that “those who have seen combat do not talk about it and those who talk about it have not seen combat.” Since that day I learned something new that I never knew. And at times I think that he is still alive on the outside and there may be a space inside his heart that is not living, and perhaps this is where all his friends who did not return home are all scattered.
We all know that being a soldier is not an easy life and an easy task. They know lots of things. A soldier’s mind is a camera with lots of pictures that will never be printed for us to watch and understand what has happened. They alone know how the pictures look like. The pictures are visible to them alone, but invisible to us.
Soldiers are our friends, sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, aunties and uncles, and in other words, they are families to all of us. They were born to have two different worlds and the battlefield is one of them. And getting back into society after serving is a different world, and it will always be a different world.
They all did their duties. They survived and returned home and some of their friends did not come back with them to the civil society. Soldiers are people whose minds will always focus on the battle field. They will always live in the warrior world where they will never leave until their last breath and their life is to keep their word of honour.
Today is Veterans Day, and we thank our soldiers for their services every day, and for having served and protected our country.
To our British soldiers, and soldiers from our commonwealth countries, we wish you all courage and those who are in the battle field, may god bless you all and safe journey back home!
Thank you for reading and wishing you all a wonderful week!