Today is Remembrance Day. It’s a day for honouring armed forces members who have died in the line of duty. We’ve been honouring them on this day since World War I ended, 107 years ago.

The honour I believe we owe them is to remember, honestly and clearly, what dying in the line of duty meant. I don’t think it’s about celebrating victories, or mourning defeats, or waving flags, or beating drums. It’s about taking a moment to let your mind fill with the stark reality of dying for your country. 

The soldiers I’m remembering today are from World War I. I will never forget or forgive the British Ruling Class for the pointless slaughter of World War I. More than 8,000,000 soldiers and around 2,000,000 civilians died. More than 22,000,000 soldiers were injured. About 800,000 British soldiers were killed, and twice that number were injured. 

I want to remember their deaths. I want to remember the price in dead men and maimed men that our leaders were willing to make us pay to win a pointless war.

I wasn’t there and I don’t have the words, so I’m sharing the words of someone who was there at the time. Today is the day when the anger, the wrath, the rage behind these words should be felt on behalf of all of those who died in that war.