Thank you to all the men and woman, past and present, who fought to keep Canada and our allies safe. Thank you for being willing to give your life that we might retain ours.
On this day we remember all those who fought and died to keep us safe. All those still fighting, all those still peacekeeping, today to keep Canada safe and to improve peace and safety around the globe.
In Flanders Fields, is a poem all Canadian children have memorized in elementary school for the past few generations. It is a poignant reminder of who was lost and why.
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 you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields
By Major John McCrae – 1915 – Boezinge
Major John McCrae was a Canadian army physician and poet. He wrote In Flanders Fields in early May, 1915 in his medical aid station near Essex farm, 2 km to the north of the centre of Ypres. It was published on 8 December 1915.
Major John McCrae died on 28 January 1918, while in charge of the Canadian General Hospital in Boulogne, France. He is buried in Wimereux cemetery, Pas-de-Calais, France.