I’ve been pondering this one a lot lately, but it’s something that I’ve had top of mind since I’ve been speaking about this play to people.
Which means I’ve been trying to figure it out for 6 months and I’m nowhere close.
Well… maybe I’m getting somewhere. I think it has to do with the fact that we rehearse scenes and end up laughing, sometimes in complete hysterics, or that people come and watch these things play out and feel totally energized afterwards. Why is it so much… well… fun? This doesn’t feel like war. It doesn’t feel gloomy, it feels bright and shiny and more alive than anything.
Think about it. We can’t remember what this time was about, but the relationships formed during this era were closer and tighter than we can imagine. These bonds were forged of stiffer stuff than the fleeting things that we are familiar with. The brightness with which these people experienced life is nearly blinding with it’s brilliance, and it’s refreshing to behold. I can’t help smiling when I picture Sid and Will, sitting at the side of a lake; or JP and Claude, plotting; or Bert and Mike, seeing a vision on Chief Mountain.
Or Clare and Laurie. Their love is filled with laughter and passion – it’s like a physical presence in itself. It’s so real, that you can’t help smiling when you see Clare smile. You can’t help laughing when you hear Laurie laugh. I mean, he’s me, so that’s a little weird, but that’s kind of the point.
Vimy brings us to life. These relationships, and that’s really what it’s about, by the way, are so shining bright with vivacity that we can’t help but be affected by. It shows us friendship and brotherhood and love in their purest forms.
Think about that for a second.
Did you think Remembrance Day was a day of mourning? Think again.
“I’m gonna tell you the story of Vimy…”