Today, on November 11, we remember.
Remembrance Day is a day of memorial to honour the end of the First World War in 1912, and furthermore, to remember those who lost their lives in the line of duty, fighting for a cause they will never themselves experience.
This day is to remind us of the selfless bravery and courage exemplified by the men and women who proudly served their country in order to create a better future for those who came after them. Those who will never know the atrocities and horrors of war they faced, who will never have the privilege of thanking those who came before.
We wear poppies, proudly, on the days leading up to Remembrance Day, and of course, on November 11, as poppies are the symbol of remembrance. We wear them on the left side of our chest, close to our hearts, to acknowledge the tremendous sacrifice made by the soldiers who fought for a cause they believed in, and one that the future would, too.
Out of respect and remembrance, I encourage you to take a moment and read the following poem by John McCrae.
“In Flanders Fields
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.”
We remember. Today, tomorrow, and always.
We remember.
We remember.
We remember.
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