I normally post a picture on Facebook of my grandfather, Peter Griffin, receiving the Military Cross on this day. I’m not going to this year. We all have heroes in our families that have done unbelievable and unimaginable things for us, in a time when there were few options for resolving conflict other than sending hordes of young men to launch themselves from a plane into the blackness with the intention of killing everything in their path once they reach the ground. I know that every single one of us are thankful for what they did and remember their bravery and sacrifice on this day.
I think we can do better. There has been so much talk of the appropriateness of , , and whether you can verbally express your favourite holiday greeting or not.
There has also been, in my opinion, way too much talk on . These are people fleeing a war torn region looking for help and compassion. People fleeing a hellscape that looks exactly like where your grandfathers gave up their lives for what was right.
If you want to honour the vets, stop worrying about Christmas decorations and coffee cups and start fighting for what they were fighting for. There are displaced people all over the world that need our help and not our judgement.
I for one know that my grandfather would want me to listen, help and sacrifice instead of smugly judging in fear and shutting the door in their faces.
Lest we forget.