The following is much of a post I wrote last year. I thought it might be worth posting again today.
The Remembrance Days I attended at school in Edinburgh in the 1970s left a big impression on me.
First it was some of the teachers. Several had seen action. One, a French teacher who was hopeless at keeping order, had been at Arnhem and was a bone fide war hero. Another had been at Monte Cassino. One of the primary teachers had been imprisoned by the Japanese and bore the mental scars as a result. Another French teacher had taken a shrapnel wound. And Bill Knox, the legendary and ubiquitous janny (janitor or care-taker if that term means nothing to you) had been evacuated from Dunkirk after a close shave. Bill proudly wore his medal ribbons on his janitor’s uniform every day.
It was obvious that Remembrance meant something to these men. Sometimes a former pupil would attend the ceremony and they would stand in solemn thought considering their fallen classmates. Once I saw the Deputy Head – a tough Aberdonian – escort one of these veterans who he had fought with to the memorial with his wreath. I saw their faces – a stern stoicism masking deep emotion – as they walked out in the cold.
The
second thing that affected me was the war memorial at the school with
its names covering all four sides of a rather fine stone needle. I
stood and studied them more than once during my school days. These were
young men just like me – just like me! They came from exactly the same
place, from exactly the same background, with exactly the same life
experience as me – just a couple of generations earlier. But for the
Grace of God...
These
had been wars of national survival with a total mobilisation of the
country. If I had been alive I would have been there and so would my
friends. Something struck me that these boys deserved to be remembered.
Finally,
as a young man I read a lot of history – I even went on to study it at
university. I read a lot about what these men went through, what they
faced, what conditions were like. I read the horrific combat
statistics. I read the accounts of battle. I read the soldiers’
stories. Many deaths were heroic but often they were just sad or
tragic!
My
Granny also left an impression on me. Her husband (my Grandfather who I
never knew) Hugh Young had been on the Somme (in one of the earliest
tanks in fact). He came back, but many of their friends and family did
not. Remembrance Day meant a lot to my Granny – or the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month as she called it.
My
Granny and the teachers at my school left and indelible impression on
me. Remembrance Day was about remembering the people who had died and
it was about raising money to support those who had been scarred by war.
I
heard a guy on the radio form the White Poppy movement. Now pacifism
is a laudable and absolutely legitimate position to hold and to campaign
for. But this man was ungenerous, mean spirited, ill informed and
talked complete and utter guff.
In
a funny way I have never understood those who say Remembrance Day is
militaristic. Because the day focuses on remembering the people who
have died I have always thought pacifists and those who are
uncomfortable about our foreign adventures should be amongst the most
passionate exponents and participants in Remembrance Day. It is after
all a day we focus on the true cost of war and the pity of war!
It is about remembrance whether we approve or disapprove of any given war.
Kate Higgins told the story of the origins of Remembrance Day and the Poppy in her blog 'Poppy Cock'
earlier this week. I think she is spot on in what she says. The one
big difference is that the meaning of symbols and ceremonies do evolve,
like language, over time.
So, I always wear the poppy because I believe:
- We should never forget what happened in two world wars in the 20th century and try to learn the lessons from them.
- In remembrance of those who died in those wars – even if not known personally.
This means thinking of the 2nd
war which was a war of national survival for us – a war which pulled us
and so many other countries into a conflict with tyranny. This means
thinking of the 1st war where the slaughter was on an almost
industrial scale – a much more complex conflict to understand but still a
war of national survival although with a real sense of millions dying
in the war games of a ruling elite. This means thinking of the young
who had their lives torn up to face fear and for many of them sacrifice.
Today wars are not of national survival and sometimes appear morally ambiguous. Iraq was wrong! Afghanistan was probably the right thing to do but has become less clear cut as time has gone on.
Nevertheless,
these are security actions and it is important that they are undertaken
and more to the point that we have men and women who are ready and
willing to go into combat if called on. And we should remember those
people who die and we should look after those who are maimed or suffer
mental torment afterwards.
Remembrance Day – lest we forget!









There was already a lot we kinda knew already.
We knew why it happened and where the fault lay – The Taylor report was broadly correct in its assertions - both the initial report and the recommendations.
We knew the Sun lied and published a disgraceful article and that was down to Kelvin Mackenzie personally.
We knew the police tried to sanitise, spin and doctor statements – but it was shocking to see the full extent of it.
We knew the authorities in the 1980s treated fans like cattle or criminals and viewed policing football as a public order matter not a safety one.
We knew that the 3.15 cut off time for assuming everyone was dead or beyond help was almost certainly wrong.
But I didn’t realise about the failure of the ambulance service and the major incident procedure.
Shockingly and tragically we didn't know that the crush having happened the emergency services could maybe have / should have been able to save the lives of some of the 96 who were not killed straight away.
I was shocked by the pomposity and apparent foolishness of the coroner’s report which I didn’t fully realise about. Shocked by the way it assessed the evidence and treated the fans. Read about it here
I was shocked by the failure of the FA, Sheffield Wednesday and presumably the local authority. Leppings Lane was a known death trap. After Bradford we knew fences weren’t safe. The ground didn’t even have a safety certificate!!!!
Why did the FA use Hillsborough? And Sheffield Wednesday knew about the problems of the inadequate turnstiles and the dangers of Leppings Lane – its down sloping tunnel, its pen, its inadequate crowd number control, its propensity for crushing that put spectators in mortal danger - its near misses of tragedy at other games in the 1980s.
While the police are – quite rightly- criticised, why are we not asking some very serious questions of the FA and Sheffield Wednesday. We forget how responsible they appear and how foolish some of their actions seem in hindsight.
The authorities failed the fans. The police - a body there to protect us - when push came to shove, just protected itself. It was shocking – an outrage and profoundly undemocratic and therefore disturbing.
As Alex Thomson of Channel 4 News observed this seems to be the British pattern: disaster, flawed legal inquiry, cover-up, campaign, wilderness years, proper inquiry, and finally an apology. He cites Bloody Sunday, the Marchioness, the Mull of Kintyre and now Hillsborough as examples. Repeated state cover-ups when the heat's on and careers are at stake. It is shocking and it is not good enough.
Which is why it is still important today and why it is important to move onto the next stage in the pursuit of justice.
But lets not forget the FA and Sheffield Wednesday, who I think have as many questions to answer as South Yorkshire Police for the Hillsborough disaster.