We shall remember as we should every year on this day (and other days too) of the Things done by Others to protect us and our freedoms. Remembrance Day in Canada is a solemn but important day.
I have the privilege to work with many veterans at my job, and it is always astounding to talk to them about the things they did and the abject humility it is told to you (when you can get them to tell you about their tours of duty). Don’t get me wrong, plenty of stories of the fun times with comrades in arms. However, they rarely, if ever, will talk of the work done.
Our veterans from Afghanistan have seen things and lived through a different war. We must remember them, as well as all our veterans.
I worry that this government and future ones are not doing enough for our veterans. Talk to your Member of Parliament about the treatment of our Veterans. The term “Homeless Veteran” should not exist here in Canada, we should take care of our own.
Thanks to Veterans Affairs for this picture and the vignette at the end of this post.
We shall Remember
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.
Today in Canada is Remembrance Day, where the citizens of Canada thank the Veterans of all wars for their sacrifice and thank them for what they have done for all Canadians and many others worldwide.
As a teenager, I wanted to be a fighter pilot, and I was sure I would be able to cut it, but two things derailed that plan. One was my eyesight, which went bad enough to disqualify me from being allowed into the elite fighter pilot program. I still went in to talk to a recruiter at my High School, and he was a very nice man who pointed out that I had one other point against me, I am 6’4″ tall, and that is too tall to fit in the jets, due to how the ejection seats work. Had I not had those two issues, I am pretty sure I would have tried to be a fighter pilot.
Lest we Forget
I wear my poppy with pride (if not some pain from the straight pin that keeps sticking me when I put my jacket on, but that shows I may not have been cut out to be in the military if I am worried about being stuck with a straight pin).
This picture shows to those of you who are not sure what I am talking about. The poppy is the symbol for Remembrance Day, and we wear it proudly.
Thank you to those present and former members of the Canadian and British Armed Forces, who have made the ultimate sacrifice, we remember you, and you have our humble thanks.
So I have just finished giving blood for the 7th time (not much, but it’s a start). I give because I have it, and it’s a minor inconvenience in my day (and I get to eat as many powdered donuts as I can snarf back, with very little guilt). I have used blood products, my family has, as have friends, I think it’s important to pay back.
If you are in Canada, contact the Canadian Blood Services or click on this link to find a clinic near you, if you are in the States, I think you still go through the Red Cross. If you can’t give blood, or don’t want to, donate some money then, or better still volunteer to help out. I never grew up to be a doctor, like I thought I should (sometimes), but at least I am helping someone now.
I challenge bloggers (expect a tag from me soon), to give!