On a personal note, as a teen/young twenty-something, remembrance Sunday/ 11.11.14 was observed but I didn't feel a massive sense of occasion. Perhaps, in part, because my dad is very knowledgeable about the war and I used to hear so much about it that I switched off a bit.
Now that my children are old enough to understand a little more (8,7,5) I feel a great need for them to understand that life was not easy then and great sacrifices were made to secure the freedom of thought and practice in countries weaker than ours, but ultimately for us all. Hitler would have stopped at nothing short of world domination if he had gone unchecked.
So I am conflicted, also:
-in one sense, I feel that the sacrifices made were beyond understanding. I can't imagine a declaration of war and my husband then going. I can't imagine sending my children far away. I can't imagine rationing; for years.
-on the other hand, I recognise the rank hypocrisy of being grateful that people sacrificed for our freedoms and then demanding that people wear a poppy -the whole point is that we are free to choose.
-Thirdly, I remain incredulous that people who have the luxury of freedoms only dreamed of by those in the war, can claim to be 'against war'. I hold the view that they are against war when the victims are 'other' and would accept it well enough if it was needed to protect us.
Plenty of people who claim to be 'against war' also want "Jihadi John" caught and dealt with. They want military action taken to 'sort it out' and in all but name, they want war on ISIS.