Today is Remembrance Sunday. A day marked by many with ceremonies and poppies, with moments of silence and solemn speeches. A day of collective memory and respect observed with the best intentions. But for many veterans like myself, remembrance isn’t confined to a single day—it’s a part of who we are, woven into the fabric of our daily lives.
We carry the weight of loss, the physical and mental scars of service, and the quiet hope that our sacrifices will not be forgotten or in vain. For me, remembrance is a solitary reflection. It’s a personal journey that doesn’t end when the parades disperse and the bugle’s echo fades.
The Everyday Remembrance
The poppy is a symbol that many associate with this day. But for some of us, it’s a reminder of those we’ve lost, those who’ve come back forever changed, and those who feel abandoned after their service has ended. My battle with CRPS, a consequence of my service, is a daily remembrance of the cost of duty.
Beyond the Ceremonies
There’s a quiet community of us, veterans and service personnel, who often remember in solitude. We find ways to honour the past and those we’ve served with. Sometimes, in the silence of our hearts. Other times, in the company of those who understand without words.
A Message of Understanding
I share this not to cast a shadow over the day’s observances but to broaden the narrative of remembrance. To acknowledge that, for some, the day reflects a more complex and personal reality. If you’re a veteran who finds this day a little out of step with your rhythm of remembrance, you’re not alone.
With Respect and Hope
To everyone who observes this day, in whatever form that takes, I offer my respect and my hope for a future of peace and understanding. May we all find our way to remember and make the world a little kinder for those who’ve served in their armed forces.
Take care, and may you find solace in your reflections today.