Everyone remembers in different ways. For some, it is the poppy fields of Belgium and France; the haunting loss of youth and life that was the First World War. For others, it is all the wars, all the missing. For some others, it is a very personal thing: a comrade who did not come home, a member of the family who exists now in a photograph on the mantel and an ache in the heart, a husband or wife who made the ultimate sacrifice. For some people, it is all those things.
We wear our poppies at HorseBack because we honour the fallen. It’s a mark of respect. It is the very least we can do. We remember our own fallen and we salute the desperate courage of all those who fell.
In some ways, every day for us is Remembrance Day, because we work with veterans and because three members of the team here served, and they know what it is to lose companions in arms.
But there is something special about this time of year, because it’s a collective remembering. It’s when the country comes together to stop, and bow the head, and pay tribute. It’s a moment of unity in a fractured world, and that feels important. We remember, and we feel admiration and gratitude for those men and women who went before us, and who did not hesitate when they were called on.
They will not be forgotten.