Today, like the last few years, we attended the Remembrance Day services at the Cenotaph here in Trail, BC. We never attended any services until our sons joined the Beavers (and now Cubs). But because the Beavers & Cubs march in the parade we’ve attended, and I’m glad we now do…. we’ve always appreciated the sacrifice made for our freedoms, but taking an hour to attend a service serves as a much better reminder of the sacrifices made for us.
Thank you to all who serve our country.
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
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
