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.

- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918 )
Canadian Army

today i remember my great grandfather who fought in all the major engagements in World War I. he was wounded trying to save a fellow young soldier.
his older brother and his youngest brother lost their lives during the war.

i also remember my grandfather who fought and was wounded during the Second World War.

and i think of my friend and all of our other brave Canadian soldiers still serving today to keep our country safe.