I too, have had a hesitancy to stay out of this thread although I have discussed it with my peers as it is of an interest to me.
My grandfather was taken a POW in 1941 off the coast of Malaysia after his ship was attacked and sunk by the Japanese and remained a POW until his camp was liberated in 1945. He wasn't an overtly religious man, but had a CofS designation on his dog tags. During his incarceration, he and a select few POWs would do a rotating escape to contact sympathetic islanders who in turn, passed on the INTEL to the allies. They would intentionally be recaptured to continue gathering enemy INTEL throughout their incarceration.
Each time they escaped, they knew that some of their peers would bear the brunt of their escape and possibly be executed. Yet, they continued to carry out their duty. Everytime my Grandfather and his peers were recaptured, he would spend 30-60 days in the sweat box. Everyday the men on the outside of the box would gather and recite the 23rd Psalm to the inmates or sing the hymns of their Branches. They were allowed to do that as their Japanese guards did not try to stop the ministering of faith to the inmates. My grandfather said that he when he felt he could not go on any longer, that hearing the weakened voices of his peers in prayer afforded him the faith that he would survive and if he were to die because of the beatings, the hunger, the illnesses that wracked his body, he knew that it was a just death because he did not break faith with his peers or the men and women who had sacrificed themselves before him.
In the years after his liberation and his return to civvy life, each August he would gather at the Cenotaph with the other survivors of the camps to mark V-J day. He started taking me when I was 5. The men would repeat the 23rd Psalm as if they were speaking it to the men who didn't return with them. They would sing the hymns of the Branches and vow to Remember Them. I asked my grandfather in a time period of my life when I wasn't sure about there being a God, or why anyone would ever want to be religious, why he always prayed at these acts of remembrances. That's when he told me about the breaking of faith with the men and women who had died. He said that until someone else could find another way to express it so that it means and has the same intent, prayer was the only way to keep that faith with the dead. He said that whatever the alternative would be it would have to encompass the Divine Rights of the Queen to whom all Commonwealth servicemen swore to serve, that it would have to include ways to morally bind the person to whatever oath or affirmation they undertook when they enlisted as he truly believed that the enrollment of a person in the military meant that they were entering into an agreement to not only serve their Queen and Country but also to carry on from those who gave up their lives while in that service. John McCrae understood that and so has every military leader that has asked of their troops, sailors and airmen to lay down their lives. Until such a time that all of that can be expressed and be understood to mean the same thing the apparent mechanism of ceremony, prayer and respect is just going to have to suffice.
Now, fast forward to 1982. I'm still not overtly religious but I attend church services and I have baptised my child. On an early summer day, a notification party is standing at my door telling me that my husband has been killed. For all the people that hovered around me for the days and weeks afterwards, the only persons who truly understood the depths of my grief were my Grandparents and the Padre. It was the padre that guided me through the moments where I questioned the fairness of my husband's death. The moment of my comfort came when I reconciled the reasons for his duty and his sacrifice. I have and continue to keep faith with him and those who died for me. I can only express that faith in the acts of remembrance, prayer and when words are not appropriate, the doffing of my hat and bowing of my head. I have not found any other way to express that and affords me to being able keep that faith.
I respect people's faiths and their religious dogma, their spirituality and their non beliefs. We have had a long line of just wars and conflicts that have afforded us those rights to practice or not to practice whatever faith or belief one requires to find their way through life. What I believe, those accumulative conflicts and wars did not grant us is the right to dictate to each other that one belief has to be excluded/included at the whim of a select few. We have had a long battle to attain democracy, and I say, let the democratic mechanisms operate in their fullest while at the same time if those democratic mechanisms suggest that religion is passe in the military, then let it also create ways and means to express and keep the faith with those that gave us that democracy.
And to those who perhaps feel that it is too much an imposition to doff a hat, bow a head or simply shut up for a few moments to allow others to carry out their acts of remembrances and acts of faith, then I feel immensely sorry for you that you fail to "get" what the program is truly about. For those who do find their way to participate even though their own belief systems say otherwise, then to them I say, thank you.