Day of Remembrance

I heard the story of Private George Lawrence Price on The Vinyl Cafe this Sunday. So sad. I don't know of any members of my extended family that fought in any of the last century's wars; my maternal grandfather worked as a chef on the train during World War II, and my paternal grandfather worked on the family farm. Being a soldier is beyond my comprehension; I cannot imagine living that life. But I am thankful that so many did, and that so many continue to do so. Wars may be senseless, or waged for questionable goals, but I have to respect those who are willing to risk their lives for a cause they believe in. So each year, I wear a poppy, and am thankful that there is no name attached. But perhaps this year, I will think of George Price during the 2 minutes of silence.