I also remember my great-uncle who lost his life at Vimy Ridge. I never got to meet him, as he was merely a teenager when his life ended. His name is now engraved in the Vimy Ridge memorial, along with thousands of other names.
As we take time to reflect on those who gave their lives in service of their countries, may we offer up our heartfelt gratitude to these brave men and women.
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, 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
“In Flanders Fields,” by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, was composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium.
Life is fragile and life is short. Life is a precious gift. May we strive every day to give our very best in all that we do.
Lest We Forget…
For those brave who gave their lives so we could live ours