It’s Remembrance Day. It doesn’t matter if you have friends or family that have served their time in uniform, though I suspect that most of you do. It doesn’t matter whether you choose to wear a red poppy or a white one or whether, as you should be, you’re against war or if you believe that sometimes it serves its purpose. It doesn’t matter if you think that the war in Afghanistan was our solemn duty or a moral travesty and a rape of our nations resources. Go to a cenotaph today. Remember the men and women that gave up a part of their private life and those that didn’t came home. They all had their own reasons for going, and it wasn’t always for King and Country. Some went because of a sense duty owed and belief in what they were doing, some for the adventure, some just because a steady paycheque was enough to get bring them in. But they went when they were asked. Some still do. Today is the day for setting aside our own opinions and our political interests, left or right, to honour them and what they gave up.