Lest We Forget

 

My Mom and Dad met while they were stationed in the Royal Canadian Air Force in Newfoundland.  My Dad was a flying officer piloting an airplane called a Canso.  Mom was in the tower.  

Here is my dad with his mother and and his sister back when he was a young puppy.  Looks rather dashing in his uniform doesn’t he?  Although he did not serve overseas he protected this great country of Canada so that we would have a place to grow and thrive in peace.  Remember to bow your heads for two minutes at the stroke of 11am tomorrow and pray for lasting peace for own families.  Valerie

In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

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.