Here’s the kicker. The real reason we have Remembrance Day is selfish. We do it for us. The dead don’t care about ceremonies. They’re busy being dead. But the living? We need a moment to feel connected—to history, to each other, to the fact that we’re all just walking around in borrowed time.
So when the clock hits 11 on November 11, and the world goes quiet, don’t just stand there staring at your shoes. Think of Florence the waitress. Think of the poppies. Think of that dog with the wreath. And then, when the silence ends, go buy yourself a coffee. You’ve earned it. They’d want you to.
Now, go find a poppy. Or don’t. But if you see one on the ground, maybe don’t trample it. That’s just bad karma. And also, it’s plastic. It’ll choke a seagull. Be better than the seagull.
