Growing up, I can tell you that the only thing I remember about Remembrance Day is pretty much sitting in a large gymnasium with a bunch of my elementary school friends who were told to be quiet as our Principle spoke and then being told to stay quiet during the eleventh hour. I wasn’t raised in a military family, I had never heard stories of war unless they were in school books, and we never attended cenotaphs, the sacrifices were stories to me. Never once, as a child did I truly understand Remembrance Day. I simply thought it was a day to remember anyone who had died.Read More
