Each year on Remembrance Day, since I began this blog, I wait until the ceremony is over and then I write a post, somehow related to the day, and then I share it, as my own personal act of remembrance.
Here are the posts for 2010 and 2011:
This year, Remembrance Day has a whole new meaning for me. I think it’s because I’m having trouble understanding everyone’s excitement for a “long weekend”. Don’t people realize that this isn’t a HOLIDAY? It’s a sad day, a day for remembering people who have died. It’s a day for standing in the freezing cold. A day for salutes. A day for trumpets, and the last post, and God Save the Queen, and O Canada, and for two entire minutes of silence.
It’s a time to take your kids to the cenotaph. Take them there and teach them all about the people who have sacrificed to allow them a free life… It’s a time to look at your spouse and be truly thankful that you have each other. Hug them and know that someone fought for this life we live in Canada. It’s time to wear a poppy. And actually know why you’re wearing it.
And most of all, Remembrance Day is the day we take just a few minutes to honour the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice. As Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae ended his famous poem:
“…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.”
So, don’t break faith. Don’t enjoy this ‘long weekend’ without sparing some time for those who died.