I have mixed feelings about this. While I care about people and acknowledge their sacrifice and suffering, there is an offensive and competitive nature around remembrance, respect and the 'right' way of doing things that I detest.
I observe the two minutes' silence on Remembrance Sunday. In recent years it has been revived for the actual 11/11/11. I would respect that within reason, even though the tradition of buses pulling to the kerb that is often talked about with faux reverence died out in the 30s when WWI veterans were still very much alive. I know this because my parents born in 1918 and 1923 told me. People had lives to live.
They went through WWII. My dad fought and my mum was called up on London Transport. I cannot comprehend what they went through. They just did. And when it was over, they got on with their lives. They never wore poppies or attended remembrance services and though those things went on, they were not particularly unusual.
I do - wear a poppy, that is. I also used to attend remembrance services in the Girls' Brigade, but my parents didn't send me to that organisation to honour them and their fallen generation. They wanted me to have fun. That was what they fought for.
The Remembrance thing was part of Girls' Brigade, but if it had become a fetish, as I think Poppy Fever sometimes is these days, they'd have knocked it on the head.
They're gone now, but I really don't think my mum and dad would have wanted a four year old to observe a minute's silence for their sake or the sake of the friends and family they lost. They also wouldn't have wanted a child to worry about things we can't control.
A four year old's purpose in life is to fidget and sing. And burp.