My grandfather fought
in the “war to end all wars”,
and celebrated the first armistice
as a prisoner of war.
This “solemn day of remembrance”
became years of remembering, as at the
end of his life, he relived his time in prison camp.
That first great war did not end all wars,
our young men and women still die overseas
in wars that we don’t understand. How many of
the survivors will live out their lives, unwillingly
remembering combat; comrades lost in battle, the fear,
loneliness and danger – trying to cope in times of peace
with skills honed for battle. As age wearies them, will they
be condemned to fight once again for peace in their own lives?