Canada "celebrates" Rememberance Day on the 11th
hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th Month.
Honouring our soldiers that died in battle for our
country. Americans honour their own, whether it be
today, July 4th, or whenever.
But the soldiers are honoured in our countries.

I'm 33 years old. It's not like I was *there* or anything,
but I am hardly ignorant to the fact that alot of
people died. And that there truly are few of the
original surviving soldiers left to march in the 'walk
down main street' honouring their fellow man.

I was getting groceries today. While loading them, I
heard a radio from another car off in the distance of
the parking lot say "Music will be played then
a moment's silence for our fallen heroes."
I don't think that is asking too much.
I stopped what I was doing.
Listened and quietly stood in the lot, with several others
taking the time to honour those long dead,
and some still among us.

During the silence, I looked around. Cars busily
bustling, young and old scurrying about their
business, I even heard the music being played from
some of the cars, yet being ignored... by men
and woman old enough to have lost friends and relatives.
It really ticked me off.
As I felt myself growing hostile, I saw several
cars pull off to the side of the road, stop their engines
and be still, I saw the lights in the grocery
store go off,
and I saw an elderly gentleman standing with his
cap over his chest, wiping tears from his eyes.

The hostility disappeared and was replaced with a
HUGE desire to approach that one man and hug
him.
Who knows who he lost.
Maybe nobody.
Didn't matter.
Seeing the emotion on that mans face made seeing
the disinterest in many others unimportant.

To whoever that gentleman was, he renewed my faith
that people care.

In Flanders Fields

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, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up your 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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Please visit my Uncle Tim's site, with his tribute to
POWs, a very moving and heartfelt tribute to the
fallen and missing heroes of war.

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