30/10/2024
In this season of reflection of the past and looking to the future, we may want to take some time to reflect on those we have lost. This is brought to the front of the minds of those who served, or had family who served, with Remembrance Day coming up.
The past week or so, I’ve been scrolling through Fill Your Boots as Alfie makes his way through his inbox of dedication posts of those we have lost in the Forces community. (For those not in the know, FYB is a page typically dedicated to military banter). I scrolled dreading to see the face of a decent person that I have just fallen out of contact with. This year seems to have been a change in mood as I see more suicides in dedication, which is disheartening yet progress in a way of acknowledging mental health issues within our community, which aggravated that fear that someone who I used to sleep next to in my doss bag or drink in the Squadron Bar with had gone and I had been ignorant.
Remembrance is an act that is so ingrained into humanity that I could not point fingers as to its origins, instead I’ll talk about Remembrance in the context of Heathenry and my view of it. There is an aspect of Bragafull/Symbel that is still practised today, or at least up until 2019 when I fell out of the know. Amongst the drinking to boasts and to oaths, there was the Minni. While some attestations talk about Minni in terms of toasts dedicated to gods, there was a small moment dedicated to the memory of departed friends. In a culture with a heavy emphasis on battle of warrior culture (Not entirely dedicated though), there was still a moment of solemnity and recognition of the heaviness associated with the loss of departed friends.
The last time I was on parade for Remembrance, small shots of port were passed around, and three toasts were given. The last of them being in memory of absent friends. Whether it’s coincidence, or the tradition passed down through some branch of society, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that despite the Christian nature of Remembrance Day does not mean as Heathens we have to sit at the sidelines and ignore what is still relevant to us. We may not pray their prayers, or sing their songs, but we can respectfully and solemnly be present in honouring those who aren’t with us anymore.
Be they in Fólkvangr, Valhalla, Hel, or the afterlives of their denomination, I think it would be wise to acknowledge that loss, feel it for what it is, and speak to those closest to us about it. However, I think it would be wise that in the process of uplifting those who have already passed, we do not neglect those who are struggling now. Check in with your battle buddies, be someone who they can talk to, don’t let your ignorance to the issue turn someones beautiful, glorious poem into another statistic.
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