We got a sudden cold snap here in the Sault overnight, which reminds me of this story from back in the day.
For us, remembrance is a very abstract thing. Up there with ideals like heroism and valour.
Sacrifice is a very concrete thing. Like trying to get your goddamn frozen boots onto your feet yet again. Or being halfway around the world and years away from your loved ones, in a reality so far removed from your past life that it might as well be a different universe. Being sick every day. Or in pain, or worse.
It's a lot to think about as I sit here and watch the snow and wind blowing outside.
They shall grow not 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.