There are many things in life I enjoy and take for granted. I have two little children who have never had to take lessons on how to put on a gas mask in school or have had to practice duck and cover. I personally have never had anyone related to me participate in a deadly battle for freedom. I had a grandfather on my mother’s side who if I remember correctly missed Pearl Harbor by a day. They were called to general quarters but never had to fight as far as I know.
Today as I was watching the Remeberance day ceremonies I felt shame. Not shame for not knowing anyone personally, but shame because I didn’t haul my children off their butts and make them watch it with me. Tweedle D participated in a Remembrance Day ceremony at school, but Tweedle E got nothing. Granted he is only five and his ability to sit still and pay attention is about as prominent as my Egyptian blood. (I figure a lot of us come from there but that is a whole other post.)
Needless to say Tweedle E wouldn’t last 2 minutes. This year out of selfishness I decided to let them off and that is why I feel shame. But you can bet next year I might be taking them to an outdoor ceremony or perhaps something might happen in church since it will be on a Sunday. Who knows? Just so those soldiers know that next year will not pass without my family’s acknowlegement of their sacrifice. I have made this pledge on my Blog to remind me Lest I forget.