Remembrance Day
I attended my daughter's Remembrance Day assembly at her school yesterday. My daughter's senior kindergarten class sang a song about the poppy and several other classes sang. I didn't understand any of them - it's a french immersion school - but I really enjoyed it and was impressed with the effort the students and teachers put into the event.
A veteran spoke at the assembly - he was in a Lancaster bomber and told of his three friends that enlisted at the same time. Two of them didn't return and the other was injured for the rest of his life.
I'm glad I can still remember the poem by 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.
A veteran spoke at the assembly - he was in a Lancaster bomber and told of his three friends that enlisted at the same time. Two of them didn't return and the other was injured for the rest of his life.
I'm glad I can still remember the poem by 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.
