Friday, November 9, 2012

Remembrance Day November 11th

Because I'm Canadian my blog is about Canadians with no intend to offend our neighbors in the United States of America, which I do think highly of! I am very proud of my ancestors which served in this war and stood up for our Country and what they believed in. Love you Grandad and even though you passed before I was born and I never got to know you other than your picture in your army uniform I will still miss you!
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians are asked to pause in memory of the thousands of men and women who sacrificed their lives in military service.

Also known as Veterans Day in the U.S., Remembrance Day was first held throughout the Commonwealth in 1919. It marks the armistice to end the First World War, which came into effect at 11 a.m. on Nov. 11, a year earlier. 

Every year on November 11, Canadians pause in a silent moment of remembrance for the men and women who have served, and continue to serve our country during times of war, conflict and peace. We honour those who fought for Canada in the First World War (1914-1918), the Second World War (1939-1945), and the Korean War (1950-1953), as well as those who have served since then. More than 1,500,000 Canadians have served our country in this way, and more than 100,000 have died. They gave their lives and their futures so that we may live in peace. 

In Flanders Fields by John McCrae and continuation by Matthew Lapierre

In Flanders Fields the poppies grow between the crosses
Row on row
That mark the place and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scare 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 the quarrel with the foe
To you from falling 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 have kept faith ye Flanders dead
Sleep well beneath those poppies red
The torch your falling hands did throw,
We've held it high before the foe,
And answered bitter blow for blow,
In Flanders Fields

And where your heroes' blood was spilled
The guns are now forever stilled,
No moaning sound of tortured pain
Only grief for the slain
In Flanders Fields