November 11th

Previously posted on my Tumblr

This day is an important day, it is Not important to me because of this 11/11/11 make a wish stuff. I believe dreams and wishes alike come true when not only are they made from the heart but believed with your whole heart.

November 11th is rememberence day. The day celebrated by common wealth countries and the UK to remember the soldiers who gave their lives for people they never met they fought and died for us.

11/11/11 is the day the poppy is worn proudly a statement saying. ” I remember, you are Not forgotten and thank you for your sacrifice ” There are 3 reasons I’m alive today 1. Gods grace 2. My survival instincts 3. Thanks to the sacrifices of others from before my time. Be it the sacrifice Jesus made or the sacrifices that allowed my ancestors to live I am here today because others were willing to fight so my ancestors and I could have futures where their own lives ended in pain and bloodshed.

I am a proud Canadian with mixed blood I am Irish, Scottish, English, French, French Canadian most of my ancestors probably fought against each other as well as side by side my grandfather lost many family members to war and I am proud of them. I hate, war but I respect those who sacrifice themselves for me and my country for our people and for a better world. During the first world war in 1915 many Canadian soldiers lost their lives 117,000 Canadian soldiers gave their lives for a country said the be full of wimps who don’t fight I’d say our ancestors sure wasted no time giving their lives for others.

In memory of the fallen here is Lieutenant -Colonel John McCrae’s tribute and emotions about his fallen comrades.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our places ; 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 falling 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

May 1915