My roster of life experience does not include much from the category of war, and for that I'm grateful. On this eleventh day of the eleventh month I don't remember as much as try to think about the unthinkable for a moment.
Miss S and I frequent a park that includes a war memorial -- a nod to the Canadian war monument at Vimmy Ridge. Just last week, in the early-falling dusk of autumn, we found it lit for the first time and I happened to have my camera. I pondered the strange juxtaposition of war and this deserted park, quiet except for the giggles of a little girl.
How do you remember?