Remembrance

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.
— LC John McCrae, 1915

Thanksgiving is the time of year we begin our annual pilgrimage of gratitude. As Canadians, with our Thanksgiving in October, we spend a lot of time each year giving thanks, but it is this day, the 11th day of the 11th month, that really resonates with most of us.

At 11:11 on 11/11 we all stop what we are doing. Work comes to a halt; music silenced; conversations paused, and we reflect, in silence. Paying tribute to all the men and women, past and present, who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our country – for our freedom. In our own quiet ways we offer them prayers of thanks, and pleas for peace.And, we reflect on the things we have, the things that would not be possible had it not been for our heroes. 

I am thankful, and I am grateful. 
LEST WE FORGET

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