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.
For over a hundred years Canadians have paused on November 11th to remember the sacrifice of those who died in war. Those terrible times are so far removed from our daily lives that sometimes it’s easy to forget the cost of our freedom. I’m so glad we take that moment to remember. We learn about it in school, or hear about it from our parents, or grandparents – people passing on memories.
My favourite memories come from World War II. My Australian grandad really likes Americans, and one day I heard the story why. On his military record is listed a court martial! At the age of about 19, my rebel grandad went AWOL to sneak back and marry my grandmother! On his way home, military police started searching the train he was on, but the American soldiers he was sitting with quickly helped out. One of them gave him an American jacket to wear, and another one did all the talking. He eventually got caught and demoted, but not until after the wedding. He’s always appreciated their help.
The other story is from a sci-fi legend, James Doohan from the original Star Trek. Did you know he was missing his right middle finger… because as a part of the Royal Canadian Artillery he stormed the beaches at Normandy?! Insane!
Does your family have any memories of war? Will you march or wear a poppy on Wednesday? How will YOU remember?
DATE: November 11, 2015
COST: the lives of more than 100,000 service men and women
MORE INFO & DETAILS: Event webpage