65 years ago, Allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy, France.
CBC asks "What does Remembrance Day mean to you?"
This a poem I never get tired of reading.
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.
- Lt. Col. John McRae (1872-1918)
Take a few moments to think about those who fought and died, and those who are still fighting.
until Canada Day
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