I slept through the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year today, and I don't really mind. Over the years, we have had a minute of silence at school to reflect and to honour those that died in wars so that we could be free today. However, I am part of a generation that has not seen a real war. I have faint recollections of the Gulf war, occasionally hear about turmoil in the Middle East and the Balkans, but it doesn't seem to honestly affect me as I feel it should. I am part of a generation that beat up and robbed a lady selling poppies for Rememberance Day, getting away with $80 CDN. Movies glorify war and make it seem unreal - it's just a movie, they say.

I wish that my peers could realize the gravity of this day and show some respect, but that is not within the nature of my generation. So to all those who have fought in a war and have injured themselves or died, I am sorry, but I wish I could feel more.