Veterans Day

In elementary school in Canada, on November 11th at 11 am we always had a moment of silence to remember those who gave their all.

In Grade Five, Mr Milne would always read this poem to his class and would never be able to finish as he would breakdown without any shame. I vividly remember the year I was in his class.

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.