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[The Journal Of Hermione Jean Granger]
11 November
I had a dream last night that I was standing in the middle of a burned shell of a building, the smoke rolling past me in waves and in the distance the sky lit up in a thunderous technicolour of light and sound that I couldn't hear... yet it deafened me. And everyone was gone, though I hadn't seen them die, but my dream self knew they were gone and all I could do was howl at the injustice of it all.
I jerked awake so violently that I thought I had almost pushed Ron off the bed.
It just so happens that not only was this the eleventh of November, but it was also the second Sunday in the month and, yes, I haven't been to church since I was eleven and things were different and we learned of love and forgiveness....
Remembrance Sunday...
Do they even know, the Muggles? That we fight a war constantly within the country? That we're not terrorists, but freedom fighters? Years and years ago young men who were sometimes younger than Ron defeated a great evil so we could live in peace.
Some peace, isn't it?
I went down to the Cathedral this morning and stood back to watch the observances. There aren't many veterans left from the second war... I didn't stay long. It wasn't right. That isn't really my world anymore. And I wonder.... Will there be poppy wreaths and bugle calls for me when I am old and remembering the last war that I ever fought in?
Probably not.
It's been almost a week. And I'm worried. I just want them home safe.
11 November
I had a dream last night that I was standing in the middle of a burned shell of a building, the smoke rolling past me in waves and in the distance the sky lit up in a thunderous technicolour of light and sound that I couldn't hear... yet it deafened me. And everyone was gone, though I hadn't seen them die, but my dream self knew they were gone and all I could do was howl at the injustice of it all.
I jerked awake so violently that I thought I had almost pushed Ron off the bed.
It just so happens that not only was this the eleventh of November, but it was also the second Sunday in the month and, yes, I haven't been to church since I was eleven and things were different and we learned of love and forgiveness....
Remembrance Sunday...
Do they even know, the Muggles? That we fight a war constantly within the country? That we're not terrorists, but freedom fighters? Years and years ago young men who were sometimes younger than Ron defeated a great evil so we could live in peace.
Some peace, isn't it?
I went down to the Cathedral this morning and stood back to watch the observances. There aren't many veterans left from the second war... I didn't stay long. It wasn't right. That isn't really my world anymore. And I wonder.... Will there be poppy wreaths and bugle calls for me when I am old and remembering the last war that I ever fought in?
Probably not.
It's been almost a week. And I'm worried. I just want them home safe.