Honour- Daily Object Writing – Jan19th

Jan 18th, 2010 | By admin | Category: Daily Writing
On my honour, I promise to do my duty, to God, to the Queen and to Obey the Scout Law. Friday nights, a shed clad in thin corrugated tin, the cold biting at us in winter, the heat a fan forced oven in summer. Gathered in a horseshoe before a 1950’s picture of the queen. What does it mean- this ‘honour’? 

Promise, Obligation, Debt to tradition. There’s a sense of following in the footsteps of giants, the weavers of history, who sacrificed time and life for us so we could live more fully Now. Recently I looked over a War Memorial and choked at reading the words , “WE GAVE OUR TOMORROWS, THAT YOU MAY HAVE TODAY”, moving, a sob of recognition for the otherwise now forgotten sacrifices, apart from the 11th of the 11th and ANZAC day. Even then who would know all those names on the side of the  memorial and the meaning behind the statue that sits atop it. The Boer war, the First WW , the Second, Vietnam, names long since chiseled and forgotten, but I want to honor them, I feel the need as a debt to the freedom we now enjoy. Whatever happened to honor and respect and obey your elders? Does such a thing exist now, in the chaos of the ‘me’ generation and ‘do your own thing’ , where does respect for others come in?

Back to the senses then, Scouts Friday nights playing games on a creaky wooden floor , buffalo children stampeding one end to the other playing British bulldog and ‘tag’, picking up a punched arm along the way, or going to the park across the road with muted torches trying to find the escaped prisoners of war- it always comes back to war doesn’t it? One track bloody mind, I just hear the whistle tooting and I’m on board, even Scouts we had uniforms like the army……

 

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