Today I feel saddened by the enormous loss our country has suffered due to war.
I am saddened that so many men and women died for our country and were never given the same opportunity to live like we have been given.
I am saddened that children have and will grow up never knowing their mothers or fathers.
I am saddened that war is still a very present aspect of our everyday lives.
Today I feel proud that I am part of a country who believes in freedom and will stand up against evil doers.
I feel proud that I am married to a Canadian soldier who will, without complaint, answer his country's call when they need him.
Today I feel proud thinking of all the men and women from past and present wars who were/are willing to give their lives or did give their lives to protect our future.
Today I am proud to be a Canadian!
RIP to our fallen, We will NEVER forget!
To all of our men and women in uniform, past and present, THANK YOU!
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For The Fallen
ReplyDeleteWith proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon