There are always classes of schoolchildren at the cenotaph. I can’t help but wonder what they’re thinking, and how much they really know about the wars being remembered. As the son of a veteran, growing up with Rat Patrol and Hogan’s Heroes in after school syndication, I’m part of a generation that still felt the shadow of World War Two amplified by the geopolitical hangover of the Cold War. Perhaps these kids are luckier than we were; I don’t get the feeling that 9/11 casts the same shadow over their lives. I hope my anxiety about what sometimes seems like either indifference or amnesia is unfounded, but I have a bad feeling about it all.