[soon2b954]

the brave men and woman of this great country who fought and died so we could retain our freedom.

I am Canadian

[Veronica Secret]

Originally Posted by soon2b954

the brave men and woman of this great country who fought and died so we could retain our freedom.

I am Canadian

[phobiaphobe]

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915
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.

[Mojave954]

[DevilDawg]

To all of those who have taken up the defense of their respective countries here, I say Semper Fidelis.

[jetbdude]

[abtech]

To all that have made the ultimate sacrifice and those currently serving their fellow countrymen, I salute you.

[Kuss929]

for all the above.

[clutchslip]

More rhyme to express my thanks:

The best of man-

To stand in harms way,
so that another may say:
"I am free and secure."

Is beyond what most understand.
This is a sad fact of most of man.
But for some, this sacrifice is pure.

It is human nature at it's best.
And a lesson for the rest:
That noble acts can be forgotten in a blur.

May us lucky to receive,
the benefits of those who leave,
never forget the humanity of their endeavor.

clutchslip 11/11/06

(say it out loud it you need to hear it.)

[navydevildoc]

I have worked with the Canadian Forces on more than one occasion... they are true professionals that I would serve with shoulder to shoulder any day!

[Kuss929]

IN FLANDERS NOW
An answer to Lt.Col John McCrae by Edna Jaques

We have kept faith, ye Flanders' dead,
Sleep well beneath those poppies red,
That mark your place.
The torch your dying hands did throw,
We've held it high before the foe,
And answered bitter blow for blow,
In Flanders' fields.
And where your heroes' blood was spilled,
The guns are now forever stilled,
And silent grown.
There is no moaning of the slain,
There is no cry of tortured pain,
And blood will never flow again
In Flanders' fields.
Forever holy in our sight
Shall be those crosses gleaming white,
That guard your sleep.
Rest you in peace, the task is done,
The fight you left us we have won.
And "Peace on Earth" has just begun
In Flanders' now.




WE SHALL KEEP THE FAITH
An answer to Lt.Col John McCrae by Moina Michael - 1918

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields. And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.