I have so much trouble with all the young men who have died for causes now forgotten, but they need remembering.
They were someone's child, that's what I keep thinking.
Here is a picture of my maternal grandfather and three of his brothers who went off to WWI. Another brother, the one who didn't want to join up, was killed and not in this picture, my grandfather is second from the left looking at the picture.
My strongest memory of war occurred in a fabric store.
It was a long time ago and I was standing at the table waiting for something to be cut. They had a radio running in the background and interrupted the music to say that Bagdad had been bombed.
I remember an older woman, a quilter by the looks of her fabrics, picking up her bolts and slamming them onto the cutting table:
"Stupid men," she said. "It's going to be the women and children who suffer most."
Last week at my granddaughter's school they showed this music video by the Ennis sisters from St. John's Newfoundland.
This says it all.