Remembrance Sunday

Today is Remembrance Sunday.

Aren't we supposed to have a minute's silence while we remember those who died at war? But what do you think of during that silence? What do you remember? People?

I used to feel sad that people in the previous generations to me had lost loved ones, like my aunty's husband. Uncle Myles died in World War two as he lead his troop of soldiers along a ditch at the side of a road. There was another troop on the other side of the road too, but having a working radio, they were warned to turn back because there was a sniper ahead. Unfortunately

1. Uncle Myles' radio equipment wasn't working so
   
2. they didn't turn back and
   
3. the sniper got him.
   

I didn't know Uncle Myles, so remembering him wasn't too easy, but remembering his widow and son brought sadness. What could we do to avoid future deaths?

We could remember what went wrong and make sure it doesn't happen again.

Do we remember? No, because British troops still don't have working equipment. See this for example. So for me, there's little point in Remembrance Sunday until we learn from our memories.