Today being Remembrance Day and all, I've been thinking about how war affects us all—not just those who serve and the families they leave behind, or return to, but those who are caught up in the violence by accident, and those who merely stand by and witness it all.
The "great wars" of the twentieth century are long gone, but even now that the last known Canadian veteran of the First World War is no longer with us, the families and descendants of those who returned, and those who did not, continue to feel the repercussions of those spasms of violence. And we're involved in another conflict now, one that will cut its own swathe of anguish, suffering, and death.
As I remember, all I can wish is that all of us find some measure of peace within ourselves, and that we do our best to spread it around. Really, it's the least we can do.