Dear Editor,
We all wear poppies on Nov. 11 to commemorate the end of the “War to End all Wars.” What a joke!
Meanwhile, in just the past year, Canadian fighter planes were dispatched to kill and be killed, while our former prime minister was doing his best to convince us of imminent terrorist attacks.
Every Nov. 11, we listen to funeral music and lay wreaths at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. He wasn’t really unknown, he was a brother, son, father or husband to people who loved him. We also solemnly lay wreaths on the steps of cenotaphs.
The old veterans of one war or another (you choose) march with haunted eyes and memories they can’t forget. But by Nov. 12, the poppies are trampled underfoot and the “War to End all Wars” is forgotten for another year.
The munitions makers are doing a booming business in readiness for the next conflict.
Nadine Jones
Richmond
