In Flanders fields the poppies grow,
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.1
We lost two soldiers recently … on our home soil. Three weeks ago, Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent was killed. A few days later Cpl. Nathan Cirillo died in another attack.
Today, Govenor General David Johnston paid tribute to our fallen soldiers:
“And now here we stand, and here we shall remain: unshaken in resolve; grateful in remembrance of those who have sacrificed; rededicated, like this memorial, to our eternal duty: peace and freedom — the very soul of our nation.”2
Our government has sent more of our soldiers across the ocean to war, with Canadian jets flying combat missions in Iraq. I hope Canada remembers them too. Let’s remember them now, and support our living soldiers now. I hope our government will hear our voice and give our soldiers the help and support they need.
1McCrae, J., & Macphail, A. (1919). In Flanders fields: and other poems. GP Putnam’s Sons.
2CTV News, Remembrance Day