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    November 11, 2005



    Wow. Thank you Nils, that really brought it all home. Am sitting here wearing my poppy and waiting for the 2 minute silence at 11 and you've made me remember *exactly* why we do this every year. Thank you.


    Amen. You struck a nerve, here, Nils. If only those over 40 were sent to war, how many wars would there be? Why do we (humans) not see the immorality in sending boys and girls whose brains aren't even fully formed (research now says that doesn't happen until the mid 20s) to war. Older people have more ego strength, more life experience, more of a personality "shape" to withstand the kind of horror you describe. Not that anyone should have to withstand it, but older people are better equipped, mentally, spiritually. We exploit young bodies, minds, spirits; this is just another way, IMO.

    Bucky Four-Eyes

    What Susie said. In the US, a boy who can't legally buy himself a beer is still perfectly able to wear the uniform, wield the weapons, and suffer the consequences of war.

    Why is that OK?


    That was one of the most touching and thought-provoking Remeberance Day services I ever attended. Thank you.

    suburban misfit

    Thank you, Nils. My brother and nephew are vets. I'm going to link to this in my post today, since you said everything I wanted to say and you said it so beautifully.


    I love the way you put it...Don James (a Canadian poet with whom I converse) emailed me a poem with a similar vein--I posted it today....

    "Lest We Forget"


    Thank you.


    Great post!

    But not all of them were so maternal grandfather volunteered for active service in September 1939, aged 25. My paternal grandfather was 29 and a father himself when war broke out. Both had also seen a number of years of Militia service prior to the war, each joining when they were in their teens (my maternal grandfather was only 14 when he joined the PEI Highlanders).

    We should also remember that those were very different times. They may have been fresh-faced youngsters but many were already making a living for themselves by the time they were 17 or 18. Those who grew up during the depression, unlike the youth of more recent generations, could not rely on their parents for everything, could not sleep all day and party all night, and definitely could not be as footloose and fancy-free as the 18-year olds of 1985 or 2005. They grew up much quicker then.

    Unfortunately, for those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, they also died much quicker then...

    Lest We Forget.


    That was beautiful. Even I, the most anti-war-of-any-kind person I know, was touched by your words. It's sad that at any time and age, anyone had to go through what some of these guys have been through, and for some of them at such a tender age that should be only filled with chasing girls and avoiding responsibilty, and not crawling under fire and watching their peers die.

    That being said, I am still bitter than my bank is closed today, and I have to pay late fees for a bill as a result.

    Jim Fogg

    I was at Bruce Park in Winnipeg this morning. My father is a merchant marine veteran, he joined when he was fifteen. He always says it was the greatest adventure any fifteen year old could have. He was all over Europe, South America, Cuba, Aruba and though the Panama Canal serveral times. For the past few years he lays a wreath at the cerermony in Bruce park. Lovely day today 12C and sunny. Large crowd. It took years and years for the Merchant Seaman to be ackowleged they used to come after the Boy scouts and Girl Guides. They've moved up to behind the ladies auxiliary! Our experiences as 15 year old were quite say the least........

    Closet Metro

    Beautifully written, touching post.


    What a touching post, Nils. Thank you.

    I was going to say what BFE said about signing a boy up for the military who can't even buy a drink. Because they lack judgement? But give that boy a gun!

    My husband is now several years beyond the draft age, but he still seems so young to me. It's impossible to imagine him going off to war over 10 years ago. Ever, I suppose.

    John Boy

    You captured a bit of the humanity for us that is lost in war, often without good cause. I tried to bring about a similar acknowledgement in my post, but of course, nowhere as nicely as you did here.


    Very moving, Nilbo.


    Thank you for such a wonderful post. A friend of my family's funeral was on friday. He died in combat in Iraq. He was 30 years old and I have not seen him since he was 18 or 19. That is how I picture him.

    Amanda B.

    Amazing Nilbo. So true and so sweet.


    Lovely. Moving.



    You took the words right out of my mouth.


    Ahh, Nilbo. We feel each other's pain. Happy Thanksgiving!

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