Today, November 11, 2011, we remember our fallen. I don’t have much to say except that I am thankful. Thankful to our men and women who died for our country. The ones who fought, fed, operated on and medicated, navigated, flew, sailed, and otherwise served for peace. We learned the following poem in school and it's more special to me as a Canadian because a Canadian wrote it. It's called "In Flanders Fields"
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Read the history and background on the poem and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
here.
I love that this is solidified on our Canadian $10 bill for us to remember more than once a year.
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| Poem on the Bill. Photo Source: here |
Remembrance Day isn't just for Canadians but for all who live freely today. Remember this day.
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