Sunday November 13, 2005
Today was the official day of remembrance. The day before yesterday was the actual anniversary of the Armistice. It’s been a miserable three days for me, filled with sad memories and uneasy thinking, and I’m glad it’s over for another year.
When I was a kid, growing up among those who’d endured not only the effects of the second world war but the first one as well I did not understand why many of those who had suffered worst were reluctant to talk about the experience, to the point in some cases of refusing vehemently to do so.
I understand now.