Remembrance Day

In Flanders Fields
By 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.

Both my grandfathers have served in the Canadian military (both in the Air force) My dad is in the navy, my uncle is in the army. My dad and uncle are still on active duty, even at their age of 55 and 53. They are proud to serve for our country and I'm proud of them for doing it.

The above poem was written by a surgeon in the Canadian Military, during WW1. It's one of my favourites and I sang a version of it in high school, it's really moving and definitely explains what it was like to be there in WW1.

So today, please take a moment to remember our solders who have fought for our lives (regardless if you live in Canada or the US) THEY'RE the reason we can enjoy freedom in our countries.