Two minutes silence alone today, for my ancestors – the ones who died in the Great War and the ones who have died since, but always remembered their deaths, for my mother who made a pilgrimage to Ypres to pay her respects and for nextofkin and me, who are the only ones left to remember. For the many men who died at the whim of the few. For the South African soldiers who died at Delville Wood.
Thank you, Canada, for this beautiful poem and for the beautiful man who recites it.
Fuck war. Fuck death.