So many deaths across so many centuries.
We grieve, we mourn, we remember.
How far back? How many deaths?
We all die – have done for aeons.
So, do we feel for the person that has gone? Or are we really mourning our own loss?
And, if they died in a war, as soldier, fighter or victim, the “ultimate sacrifice” – what does that mean?
They died protecting their loved ones; a way of life; a culture; a religion; a people; a piece of land?
Again, we are all going to die. At some stage. Each one of us.
Every person that has ever lived has (as far as I know!).
Is the manner of our passing important? To us? To others?
Thousands of years.
Millions – no – billions of deaths…uh?