On the second Sunday of every November, we celebrate Remembrance Day at Kranji War Memorial. In 25 years of my life, after countless history lessons about the war, I never knew this.This year, I had the opportunity to be there. It was a day to remember. Early morning on the 8th of November, I was there in my army fatigue. It rained. It was an incredible feeling. What I arrived, everything felt so right, yet so wrong.
There were many people, mainly families of those that fell. The band played, giving the whole place an unmatched sense of poignancy. Raindrops felt like tears.
I didn't experience the war. Many present did, even more didn't. I dare not claim that I could understand how they felt. I could only guess - how I should feel. What captivated me more was the place. Everything just resonated, eventhough I did know what. Maybe it was the lush green field and the rows after rows of tombstones. Maybe it was the names inscribed on the walls. Maybe it was the occasion.All I know for sure is, it made me not want to leave, and to want to come back next year.
1 comment:
it was the 9th of nov this year.
the actual day is actually 11 nov, but we celebrate on the nearest sunday.
i was also affected by the remembrance day so went to google it after that day. there's so much history behind it.
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