Lest We Never Forget....

I am sitting here staring at a blank screen, thinking about things to write. I could always write about this terrible flu I have been dealing with for the past 12 days. This headache that is so intense that it makes having your tooth pulled without any freezing a joke. I should have stocks in McNeil Pharmaceutical. Speaking of which, I really wonder how my liver is making out after all this Tylenol I have had to ingest in order to keep these wretched headaches at bay?.
But no I won't go on about the flu....no I shall rise above that and find something more enlightening to talk about. Hmmmmmmm.


Tomorrow is Remembrance Day. A day in which we take a moment to remember those who have fought in wars in order that we may have the freedoms we so enjoy today. A few years ago I posted about how I had the honour and privilege of meeting a relative of the late Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, M.D.(1872-1918). I would like to share with you excerpts from that post I did back in 2006

"November the 11th. Remembrance Day in Canada and for my friends to the south of me it is Veteran's Day.

..... as a child I remember learning about the poem "In Flander's Field" it was written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army. He was a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade. He was a new doctor and he wrote about his experience as a field surgeon.

I remember reciting this poem every Remembrance Day and as a class we would draw and colour pictures of poppies, and tape them to the class windows. We often would have a visit to the class by a Veteran, who would share stories of the war with us.

Today thousands of veterans and families will gather to celebrate their loved ones lost in battle. We will dedicate a moment of silence in their remembrance. Our fellow country men and women who so bravely gave their lives so that we all my live in lands of peace and harmony.

I also think of our loved ones who are on current tour of duty and pray for their safe return home.

"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."

"Lest we never forget"