Lest We Forget

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

We are lucky, my family. We have our soldier, still. Every Remembrance Day, as I watch the ceremonies in honor of those who fought and lost their lives, I think of how lucky we are. My brother came home. So many others didn't. So many sons, so many daughters, so many fathers, so many mothers... so many didn't come home. So whether or not you agree with war, whether or not you think Canada should be involved in conflict elsewhere, stop and remember today. Give a few minutes of your time to think about the ones who died, and their families. Because it's thanks to them that we are free to disagree about war today.

Never Forget.


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