Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
Nov. 11, 2018 at sunset, I rang our gong 100 times.
It was actually a very moving experience for me. I wasn’t going to ring the gong one hundred times, I thought I’d do a few gongs and call it done but I didn’t stop, I kept ringing and ringing it, gong, gong. Something took hold of me and I counted as I got into the rhythm. GONG forward, gong back, to 99, then 100. I stopped and the silence was deafening. I just stood there, tears running down my face, a lump in my throat. Imagine the feeling of being in the war for years, fear, death, uncertainty then to hear the bells ringing, incessantly, first fear, then wonder, then interest, then freedom. Wow! It affected me deeply. Three generations now have known peace. May it never end.
©2018 Sharron R. McMillan
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It is already a movement, churches across Canada apparently rang their bells to mark the 100th year since the end of the first world war. But I like your idea to do it every year. I just might do that! 😉
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This was so moving! What a wonderful thing to do. Maybe you could start a movement to do,this annually! A personal sign of respect!
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