Today I’ll wear a poppy,
remembering all the young men and women who fought in the wars,
especially my Dad.
Peter Sinclair ~ Flight Lieutenant ~ Royal Canadian Air Force ~ World War 2
Often our Remembrance Days are dark and cold with freezing rain or sleet – almost as if the weather tries to match the solemn mood of the day. But today we have a bit of blue sky and the sun is breaking through.
Our little group of veterans dwindles each year, some members in wheel-chairs or leaning on canes for support. But they still march as smartly as they can to the sound of the pipes and drums. I have always felt such admiration for them, standing at attention in November’s raw chill, while The Last Post plays for all their fallen friends. I wonder what feelings and memories stir when they hear the words that are spoken during each Remembrance Day service:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We shall remember them.
The weight of those words grow greater each passing year.
Today our community will gather and stand with them.
And we will remember.