Today is a sombre day in Canada, a day we stop to remember all those that fought and are still fighting for freedom and basic human rights.
As a child I never fully understood the significance of this day. But as an adult with an understanding of the horrors that happen around the world, I am so incredibly grateful for the country I live in, the basic rights and privileges that we take for granted, that were fought for so long ago.
So today I am going to leave with you a poem that most school children in Canada learn this time of year, in order to honour and remember those who fought for freedom.
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 falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, through poppies grow
In Flanders fields
-Lt. Cl. John McCrae