RECORD STORE TALES Part 138: Remembrance Day
Every November 11 at the store, I always killed the sound at 11:00 am for one minute. I remembered going to the cenotaph every year when I was a kid, and watch my Grampa with the other old soldiers laying the wreaths. I plugged my ears when the canons fired! The least I could do as an adult is kill the music for one minute.
This one is for my Grampa and veterans everywhere.
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Thank you, Michael. What a nice tribute to your grandfather and all the other veterans.
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It brought tears to my eyes.
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We went to the cenotaph today, it was the first time in a long time.
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I’m happy to hear that. It was a nice day for the service.
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I remember standing out there in the freezing cold with all of the old veterans. I don’t know how they managed it.
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I know how they managed it. Because if they didn’t, no one else would find the same meaning in it. They did it because they cared. They put their lives on the line so that we can live the lives we have now, so that we can enjoy the freedoms that we have now. An hour out in the November cold is nothing compared to the YEARS they spent with their lives on the line. They do it for us, just like they did in the 40s.
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It was good to see so many people, young and old, out that day. The children seemed fascinated with the uniforms.
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Also, it occurs to me that, of course stating the obvious, they are there to remember and honour the guys they knew (and didn’t know) who did not make it home. So yeah, braving the cold for an hour or so? Whatever.
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Both my grandfathers served. All through school, from grade 7 to 13, I was the kid with the trumpet playing the last post and the rouse at the school assembly. I’m right there with you, man.
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