Today is an important day to remember the sacrifices of past generations, so I wanted to pay my respects.
I have heard a lot of noise from students about this glorifying war and some religous extremists, but I think it worth bearing in mind that for most of us it is a simple recognistion of the huge sacrifice made by generations of our families, people who are still our close relatives. Regardless of race, politics or religion.
|The Cenotaph in Oakenshaw near my house|
In 2014 the Royal British Legion laid a stone with a plaque on our Village Green and renamed the green as the remembrance field. This seemed a good place to pay my respects. I am not religious so a church service didnt appeal to me. So I put on my best coat and pinned my poppy to my chest and walked up. Fittingly enough it was raining.
I was the only person there (I guess anyone else who was bothered was probably in one of our 3 churches) and at 11am I stood in respectful silence. There were some very nice home made poppies from the local schools and a proper wreath from the Royal British Legion.
The picture below is probably the one that most makes me think about the impact locally. I have been associated with my Local Rugby League team for nearly 30 years, playing, coaching and managing. This picture is the team that won the Halifax cup in 1915. My local team. The three cameo pictures being members of the team who had volunteered and were not able to play.
We will be giving another 2 minutes silence this afteroon as I take the under 7's I coach to the England VS New Zealand final test this afternoon (Yes there was another test this weekend not just the Twickenham one) and I hope that people can put aside their politics to pay their respects to the generations of young men from our local towns who paid the ultimate sacrifice for their countries.
Lest we forget.