The vapid, self-righteousness of blowhards who sit in a privileged cocoon of safety, while others do the heavy lifting...
The historians tell us that 9.7 million military personnel died in the First World War.
But if you look at the big pie chart o' dead from that awful enterprise, even more civilians died -- 10 million. And chances are good that all the military types running around had something to do with the dead civilians.
That's one of the conundrums about Remembrance Day now. It's no longer a time to consider the overall carnage of war.
Now it's a gathering to give a collective "good-for-you" to the First World War soldiers who died doing their duty while -- inadvertently or not -- causing the demise of an even greater number of civilians.
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But I've come to see those lapel decorations, the choreographed Remembrance Day hoopla and all the grandiloquence about dead soldiers as mostly a marketing device for recruiting the next generation of dead soldiers. This year I won't be wearing the poppy.
True, it is important to remember the many casualties of war, civilian and military. I'd even venture to say the families left behind by servicemen, an ocean away from the battlefield, should also be recognized for the sacrifices they made.
I do however, believe there should be a clear distinction made between those who cowered in corners and ran for the borders while bullets flew and bombs fell...and those many brave souls who took up the charge and headed toward the battle instead of away from it.
This is a distinction of character that is somehow lost on fools like Dan Murphy, who's forgotten that in 1940's Germany, many of those innocent civilians he mourns were ratting out their Jewish neighbours and padding their pockets with seized Jewish assets.
I'll be wearing my Poppy today, and remembering the ones who chose to end their lives fighting that kind of madness.