Remembering

In The Frozen North we would be wearing poppies today. They call it Remembrance Day up there. I always like that tradition. The poppy. In America we make a big deal out of Memorial Day and we should definitely remember the soldiers in May - we should always remember those who put their lives on the line for our country. No matter the reason for the war, the soldiers should always be appreciated and honored.
But, I feel it appropriate somehow, to wear a bright red flower in a month that's all cold and grey. I remember the poppies could be seen across playgrounds and down the block. We remember. The following poem is quite famous and used almost religiously in connection with Remembrance Day. I hadn't thought of it since we left The Frozen North but it seems right to share it today. Thank you Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

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.

This is me, thankful for those willing to serve their country, me and mine included, in the armed services, during peace-time and war. Thank you.