I am the son of two WWII vets. My mother and father met on a Canadian Military Base (in South Eastern Ontario) during the Second World War. I think of them today, and the numbers of men and women who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.
May God bless our men and women in uniform - may he bless the families of those recently lost to conflicts around the world - and may He give our leaders wisdom - they are in desperate need.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
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.
