Life Through The Lens – Part II – November 11 Image


Today I watched the Remembrance Day service in downtown Hamilton on a dreary, wet morning. During the 2 minutes of silence I thought back to the stories my Father told me when I was young. He was in the military during World War II and was stationed in England. He told me about the fear he felt every time the air raid sirens went off or how everyone would run hoping to avoid the shrapnel from the bombs exploding around them. He told me how he lost many friends while he was there.

My thanks and my gratitude goes out to those who served in the wars and those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so we could live free today. 

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.

Lest we forget

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