Today is Remembrance Day in Canada, the day we give respect to those who fought and died in WWI. I never much liked Remembrance Day as a child. I don't know why. I hated going to the assemblies in the gym, hated listening to the stories of the war told by the Veterans. I guess I didn't really understand, my young mind couldn't imagine a world that was affected by war, the threat of bombings tearing apart my cocoon of whimsy. I lived in my head as a child, always imagining, always someplace else. I never imagined a war-torn world. I saw veterans as old, relics from a time I would never know.In 1991, the U.S. launched an attack on Iraq that is still going on. I remember watching the bombings on TV, from the perspective of the bomber pilots. It was surreal, but very real all at once. I began to understand.
Now, Remembrance Day means something different to me. We do live in a world where war is real. People my age and younger are fighting wars, killing and being killed for causes they may or may not fully understand. It hurts that people want to hurt each other, kill each other. War has affected my consciousness.