World War ll
In Flanders Fields
Canada's service men and women have served this nation from the First World War to current missions. They step forward in our time of greatest need because they believe in peace and security around the world. They have left their villages and cities, their farms and fishing communities, to make a difference. And they did. And today's service men and women are carrying on the tradition.
We must remember. If we do not, the sacrifice of those one hundred thousand Canadian lives will be meaningless. They died for us, for their homes and families and friends, for a collection of traditions they cherished and a future they believed in; they died for Canada. By remembering their service and their sacrifice, we recognize the tradition of freedom these men and women fought to preserve. They believed that their actions in the present would make a significant difference for the future, but it is up to us to ensure that their dream of peace is realized. On Remembrance Day, we acknowledge the courage and sacrifice of those who served their country and acknowledge our responsibility to work for the peace they fought hard to achieve.We remember the Veterans that died in the war for us by traditionally wearing the poppies which were made by disabled Veterans. They are reminders of those who died while fighting for peace: we wear them as reminders of the horrors of conflict and the preciousness of the peace they fought hard to achieve.The two minutes of silence provide another way of remembering wartime while thinking of peace. As we pause and bow our heads, we remember those brave men and women who courageously volunteered for freedom and peace. For those who lived through these wars, remembering means thinking of comrades. It creates memories of men and women who never returned home. They fought to preserve a way of life, Canadian values, and the freedom we enjoy today. The silence is to honour their sacrifice and memory.
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. John McCrae