While most people were sitting at home, enjoying their dinner, young cadets stood guard at the Cenotaph in London's Victoria Park.
It was a bitter cold night on November 10th. Nearby stood a lone man with a camera strapped around his neck.
"He hates the cold," the father said of his son standing guard. "And he doesn't quite understand why he volunteered to do Remembrance duty. But he knows he had family in the War. In Holland."
A few hours later, I returned. Another round of cadets now stood guard.
The view through my camera lens humbled me. Until slurring words interrupted my thought process. I looked up to find a young man brush by me.
"Ya know what the travesty is?" he said, his index finger wagging to puncture the air in the direction of the young cadets. "Sending these guys to Afghanistan."
I shook my head as Genius waltzed off, unsteady in his gait.
What do you say to the man who thinks he knows everything?
