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.

-John McCrae


Today, we pause and remember those who fought for us, our way of life and (in many, many cases) gave their lives for this country. We also take this opportunity to thank today’s men and women in uniform, who populate some of the most dangerous places on earth in order to keep the peace.

Thank you for upholding our way of life and representing Canada so well throughout the world.

You are the best of us.

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5 Responses to "WE REMEMBER"

  1. Spydyr says:

    Very well said.

    Lest we forget.

  2. spoiler says:


    What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
    —Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
    Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
    Can patter out their hasty orisons.
    No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
    Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
    — The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
    And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

    What candles may be held to speed them all?
    Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
    Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
    The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
    Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
    And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.


    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

    Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
    And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime…
    Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
    — My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

  3. loosemoose says:

    The sacrifices so great, the acts so selfless……

    Lest we forget.

  4. Bushed says:

    The movie Apocalypse Now has Marlon Brando borrowing from Joseph Conrad’s novel Heart of Darkness, making a statement on war and what it does to people: “The horror… the horror…”

    Any vet who was in a war can vouch for those words. It puts perspective on the sacrifices made by our fellow Canadians.

    That missing man fly by always gets me…

  5. hags9k says:

    We give remembrance to those who have laid down their lives for this great country. It is with great humility that we must now play pretend that things like hockey and football matches are truely important.

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