November 11th marks Remembrance day in Canada. It is the day we commemorate the sacrifices of those who fought during the First World War. When I think about this day, it brings back memories of elementary school when we wore a bright red poppy pin every year to show our appreciation to the brave soldiers that fought for our freedom. And I remember reciting with my classmates, "In Flander's Fields" by John McCrae.
In Flander's Fields
In Flander's 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 Flander's 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 Flander's fields