If we don’t make an effort to remember the sacrifices that men and women made for their countries, we will be doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past.

It makes me glad to see how many people turn out for the Remembrance Day ceremonies, particularly how many young people.

Maybe we have a chance.


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.


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