So many wars, so much killing and maiming, and often it is difficult to answer the question 'for what?' Today, a particularly poignant Remembrance Day as it is one hundred years since the outbreak of the Great War, all the usual sights were there. The thousands of poppies representing all the hundreds of thousands who have died, the stiff, straight faces of rows upon rows of men and women in uniform all trying not to cry, and the old veterans, many of them in wheel chairs, who cannot contain their emotions and who cry openly.
And what I always find almost unbearable is all the children there. This year, at the Tower of London and at various places around the world (the Menin Gate, particularly so) children stand solemn-faced and speak to the cameras of remembering the dead of the wars. Some of them have fathers, grand-fathers and great-grandfathers who have died in one or another conflict. I cannot help but watch them and wonder whether they will take their turn when they become adults.
I'm sure it is necessary to remember, and having a special day to do so is also important - but it does make me question so many things about war and the reason for war - while at the same time feeling a sense of disloyalty to those who have died. Does anyone else feel like this?