Remembering Time

Less than a lifetime ago a conflict of ideas and ambitions snatched tens of thousands of lives from the towns and villages of this country. Every November 11^th at the 11^th hour ceremonies evoke a memory of those lost early.

The towns pipe band leads the parade, recreating a spirit of sound and ceremony.

The colour guard turns the corner at Thames and King Streets.

As the last survivors of that generation enjoy long and prosperous lives, the understanding of the magnitude of what was won and what was sacrificed, deepens every year. As lines in granite listen, dignitaries describe their thanks.

A man with a name likely to be etched on some future monument describes his ongoing service in Afghanistan.

The population of veterans – now aged in their 80s and 90s are slipping away before our eyes. A photo of the crowd catches the moment a member of the honour guard collapses during the wreath laying ceremony.

And an ambulance responds.

The monument after the service is covered with the wreathes. Time and life continue to move. The crowd moves away and flags wave above names unable to follow.