The legacy of the first world war is with us still. Not perhaps the men with shattered bodies and minds selling matches on street corners, or those polishing their medals every November. The generation with first-hand experience of the war has passed, leaving sepia photographs or a contraband bayonet in the attic as the only tangible reminders of the young men in our families who went off to fight.

Except for the memorials. In every city, town and hamlet the first world war memorials remain at the heart of the community. They are the focal point on Remembrance Sunday, but remain silent reminders the year round. Read the names. The Smiths, Owens and MacDonalds attest to the generation of farm labourers, industrial workers, clerks, teachers, shopkeepers and domestic servants who marched away, and never came home. Most of the army, navy and flying corps did come home, of course, but they came home changed forever.

I was born in the 1960s. My understanding of the first world war is shaped by popular culture as well as historical study. As a child I was taken to the Imperial War Museum in Kennington in south London. As a teen I read Alan Clark’s The Donkeys, Owen and Sassoon, Vera Brittain’s Testament to Youth, and watched Oh! What A Lovely War. As an adult I’ve visited the vast sombre memorial at Thiepval, and walked past Lutchen’s Cenotaph most weeks. In the 1970s, the march-past of the Cenotaph was led by first world war vetarans – thousands of them – with chests filled with Pip, Squeak and Wilfred, or Mutt and Jeff, the affectionate nicknames of the campaign medals. When I was growing up, there were plenty of people around with memories of the first world war.

Albert Tatlock, Ken Barlow’s ‘Uncle Albert’ in Coronation Street, who had fought on the western front, appeared in the series until 1984. Television dramas of the 1970s such as Upstairs Downstairs, When the Boat Comes In, or The Duchess of Duke Street portrayed the effects of war on those that went, like Edward the Footman, or Jack Ford, and on those who stayed behind. I swear this is true, but I can’t walk through Victoria Station without imagining rows of stretchers on the platforms, and fresh recruits on their way to the boat trains to France.

It is of course right that Britain conducts a major programme of events to commemorate the years of the war, starting in 2014. Had Labour been in office, we would have done the same thing. Labour ministers would have wanted a fitting tribute to the dead, and those who survived them. We would have wanted to use the occasion to educate young people, preserve the past, record the voices and strip away the myths. That David Cameron has announced the programme this week should not diminish our support for it. Tony Blair, Gordon Brown or Ed Miliband would have done the same. It is entirely possible that Miliband will be the prime minister between 2015 and 2018, leading the nation in marking the anniversary of the Battles of the Somme, Passchendaele, the Marne and the decisive blows of 1918.

The government’s approach is the right one. The Imperial War Museum in London will receive a grant for its modernisation. Ever since the Imperial War Museum North opened in Salford, the Daniel Libeskind design of the world broken in pieces, now shadowed by the BBC’s Media City, the older institution in Kennington has looked a little jaded. The money will spruce up the first world war exhibition, moving away from uniforms and rifles in glass cases, and towards the human story.

Two pupils from every school will visit the battlefields of France and Belgium, where every year the farmers still plough up shells, bullets and bones. Our young people will see the rows of white crosses, and read the names and regiments. This idea is borrowed wholesale from the Holocaust Memorial Trust, which arranges for two children from every school to visit the sites of the Nazi death camps. Grants will be made to preserve the memorials and plaques which adorn every public space and building in the UK. HMS Caroline, the last surviving ship of the fleet which blockaded Germany and starved them into submission in 1918, will be preserved in the docks at Belfast.

The centenary of the first world war is no cause for celebration. Even at the time, there was little triumphalism when the Allies finally defeated the German army on the battlefield, and the high command collapsed. The war’s historian Basil Liddell Hart wrote in 1930 that ‘Armistice Day has become a commemoration instead of a celebration’. It is an opportunity to remember the vast sacrifices of a generation, to understand the causes of the war, and to appreciate the changes it brought about. Marx said that revolutions are the locomotive to history, but wars have proved far more locomotive. The advance of everything from psychology to women’s suffrage can be put down to the experience of 1914-18. It is an opportunity to study history, sociology, literature and art, and the other disciplines which civilise our society.

There will be those – they’ve started already – whose infantile leftism or general Eeyore churlishness leads them to attack the idea of a national commemoration. They will say it was all about avoidable ‘slaughter’ or a manifestation of the class war, and that the £50m should be spent on the NHS. This is ahistoric as well as disrespectful. Let them swirl in their own self-loathing and prejudice. There is nothing jingoistic about commemorating the first world war, nor anything nationalistic about understanding how and why it was fought. The government has got this one right.

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Paul Richards writes a weekly column for Progress, Paul’s week in politics. He tweets @LabourPaul

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UPDATE: Chair of Labour Teachers John Blake wrote a response to Paul’s piece, The necessity of history, on the need to both commemorate and consider the questions the first world war raises today

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