reflections on remembrance

We stand silently
To remember past lives lost
and to hope for peace.

We observed the 11am silence at work.
After about 87 seconds, some stupid old deaf bitch shuffled up to me and loudly said “Scuse me love - where do you keep the unsalted butter?”
Never have I so much wanted to grab a poppy - the symbol of commemoration and peace - and stab somebody in the eye with it.

RC 11-11-11