In Remembrance……

9 11 2010

I always reflect greatly on those who sacrificed so much for my freedom.  There names are endless and their faces, most I won’t know.  My wife and I were shopping on Saturday and although I picked up poppies many weeks ago, there was a vet standing proud with his box of poppies.  I stopped, looked him in the eyes and said “thank you for what you sacrificed on my behalf” – and then embarrassingly started shedding tears.  His story, although I caught it briefly as others came along was one of being moved from country to country – I wondered if he would share his darkest hours with his loved ones at that moment – most war vets won’t.  Today I want to thank the two men closest to me that served – my grandfather served with the RCAF during WWII as a radar specialist – he served most of his time in key locations right here in Canada that most of us don’t even realize were part of the war efforts – he was safer than many I suppose – he was shipped to Poland shortly before bloodshed ended.  Jack Walker – you are missed – I miss the second-hand smoke of “Craven A’s” and “Players” cigarettes that ironically more than likely took your life – I miss the smell of your percolated coffee on cottage weekends!  I remember you today and will remember you on November 11th with such heartfelt love.  The other vet closest to me is my wife’s grandfather – a hard-working farmer born and raised on the plains of Saskatchewan – his story can’t be told as he wouldn’t talk about it – it is one of years on the front lines as a tank mechanic – years away from his beloved wife and children (one being my father-in-law) – what he endured he did not want to share for the most part – who can blame him.  Melville Mudge – you are missed – my wife will remember your chiseled and strong hands and I miss just sitting in a room with you in wonder of what you endured on my family’s behalf.  I remember you today and will remember you on November 11th with such heartfelt love.  Many of you will have loved one’s just the same that served – may we never forget.  Stay in His wakes!

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.




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