Today is really brought home for me, because a week ago an old classmate of mine died in Iraq. I doubt we have many vets at the Cafe, but for those who are:
Thanks.
My surviving grandpa and my uncle were both vets, I plan on giving them a call.
All Canadians should observe two minutes of silence on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
1.5 millions Canadians volunteered to fight in the first and second world wars (almost 10% of our population at the time) and 110,000 died so that we could enjoy peace and liberty.
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.
Not sure if there any vets here on the board, but if there are, thanks.
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Mookie4ever wrote:This is also Remebrance Day in Canada.
All Canadians should observe two minutes of silence on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
1.5 millions Canadians volunteered to fight in the first and second world wars (almost 10% of our population at the time) and 110,000 died so that we could enjoy peace and liberty.
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.