Watching TV Soaps is something I have studiously avoided, not wanting to become addicted; however, last week we had a visitor who likes to watch Eastenders. on Friday I duly sat down to watch with her. The whole episode was about an elderly woman's visit to her husband's grave in Normandy with her 41yr old grandson. The story of her falling in love, getting married and having a baby was told in a series of flashbacks. Her young husband of age 21 was killed in the D-day landings in 1944. What a cathartic weep I had. Probably something to do with age and time passing by. But it did make me think about the whole process of remembering, particularly in the context of war.
I hope we never forget, but sadly, we don't as a race, seem to learn much from it.
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them……….