Today, November 11th is Remembrance Day here in Canada. To those who fought so bravely and continue to fight bravely for the freedoms of many, I honour you.
In Flanders Fields - John McCrae
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.
In the US, we call it Veteran’s Day, but it’s the same thing.
Here’s to my father. [toast]
Here’s to my sister. [toast]
Here’s to Uncle Leon. [toast]
Here’s to Uncle Stan. [toast]
Here’s to all the veterans, whether in my line or not. [toast]
In recognition of the day, and knowing that Kipling is out of style, his lines on the death of his only son in the First World War are worth repeating:
My son was killed while laughing at some jest, I would I knew
What is was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.
Many have given their lives for life as we know it, and many more will in the future, both in uniform and in civilian life. Thank you for your sacrifice, thanks to your families for what you have given for me and my family.
Thanks for posting McCrae’s poem, Sue. And as Diane says, it’s not just about those who died but those left maimed or to mourn their loss. I watched a programme on war widows last week, it’s so very, very sad…
A toast to everybody who made the ultimate sacrifice, and to everybody serving in the forces today. Thank you for your efforts in preserving our freedoms and I hope you know that we appreciate all you are doing for us.