Remembrance Day (Thank You For Your Sacrifice)

I just got into a minor argument with one of my friends when 11h00 came around. He’s been sporting the word “Remember” for the past couple of weeks in regards to Remembrance Day, but when it finally came time to honour it, he was more interested in cozying up with his latest MSN  floozy, who may or may not be a really nice guy, so no offence to him personally.

My point is, and this was validated on CP24 is that most Canadians no longer even take the 2 minutes out of their schedule today at the designated time to honour those that fought to protect our future.

I remember this day back when I was in Valois Park Elementary School. Our teacher would walk us down the street to the Valois United Church and we would attend a service specifically for that day, then called Veterans Day. I guess this is why I and hopefully others in my class were so impressed on the importance of this day.

Regretfully, this isn’t done much these days in school, in part due to the separation of Church and State, and the 2 minutes is only paid lip service by overpaid administrators that can’t be bothered to put this on the school’s agenda to be discussed between students and teachers as to what this day truly signifies to their charges.

My grandfather, Samuel Arthur King wanted to serve his country during WWII, and it was only due to his poor knees that he was not permitted, so he did the next best thing he could and helped build aircraft that went overseas. You could tell, even years later how that had disappointed him though. But many of his friends, people that he had grown up with, did go over to Europe to fight, and die, protecting us from tyranny. 

Thank you for your sacrifice. I, at least, will not forget. For everyone else….if you happen to see a Veteran today, even if you only recognize this day as a historical footnote, please thank them.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.


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