We must remember.

We must remember what happened all those years ago and why, if it occurs again, there will be nothing left but piles of corpses and tattered rags degenerating in the erosions of time.

Whatever we are for, if indeed there is any meaning to anything we do, surely those memories of past brutality (which still occur all around us) can stop us being so utterly pointless?

There is a vulture circling overhead on the border between east and west waiting to pounce on chaos and further rip it to shreads, laughing and screeching, in the gutter in which we could lie.

But, no, this cannot be! Remember the past, don't turn your back on the hideous things we did (and are still doing). History is a lesson poorly learnt.

So we stand at yet another crossroads. Where untruth is spoken and broadcast between nation and individuals, people, families, friends and in ourselves which must be seen for the calamity it could become.

Remember what happened last time Europe, and the world, descended into rivalry: death and destruction of all we hold humane and dear, but which is fragile as a spring petal spread in the lingering April breeze.