AN: Hello everyone, thanks for taking the time and reading my first ever fanfic :) whoop! I just want to give a huge thanks to AngelofDusk who read through it and persuaded me to actually publish. So thank you:) Any and all constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, by the way (free cyber unicorns to people who do XD )

The idea came to me on Remembrance Day (11th November) here in the Uk, we celebrate the end of the First World War and pay our respects to the soldiers who lost their lives fighting for king and country from 1914 to 1918. We wear poppies as they were the only flowers that managed to grow in no mans land, and hold a two minute silence to show our respect for them. (A bit of context for anyone who didn't know :) )

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The silence has never been so deafening.

The rustling of paper in the bitter wind, the condensed silence of a couple of thousand people is unnatural, but it speaks a thousand words. The population coming together to honour.

"We will remember them" the Sergeant states before the haunting trumpet is blown, the eerie end note signalling the end of the two minute silence. People around me watch the local cadets salute their Lieutenant, before marching back up the way they came. Women, men and children begin to chatter and disperse from the memorial, leaving me still standing here. Staring at the engravings for people I once knew, now reduced to an etching in the weathered stone.

I flash back to my own experiences; the uninhabitable trenches, the inedible food the unquestionable orders. A feel a single tear run down my face, my left hand is clenched shut at my side. From my years as a physician and later a doctor I know it's PTSD my right hand is thrust deep into my pocket, fingers running over the engravings of the medals I only take out for this day, the medal for bravery, after getting shot in no mans land and deciding to ignore it, instead going over to rescue my fellow soldiers that were bigger casualties than I was. My medal for Valour also for that same reason. These medals were the ones I had scoffed at telling my sergeant that they deserved to be worn by someone more worthy than I.

But on this day, one hundred years since the start of the Great War, I remember my fellow soldiers, for who they were, not marked by their deaths but their personalities and my memories of them. Mankind are forgetful, today will just be forgotten on the wind.

But lest they forget, I will rememberthem.

Thanks again for reading

Gingerwolf96