Remembrance Day
Ten years ago today—November 11, 2000—I was shuttling through London’s Heathrow on my way to a flight back to Vancouver, Canada. I was with my parents and sister. At precisely 11 a.m. every single person in a sea of thousands stopped. No talking, no shuffling of the feet. For a period of one minute, total silence. And just as fast as people stopped, they picked up the pace of their day once the minute had passed. It was—and is—Remembrance Day, named in honor of the formal end of the First World War at “the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918.” Stop, wherever you are. Take a minute. Remember.
