Remembrance Day

As we come to November 11, we pause to remember those who have given their time, efforts, and even lives to their country's call in time of war. We must learn how to avoid such conflicts so that others will not have to experience the horrors that they endured.

     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.
                           John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

Royal Canadian Legion

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For The Fallen
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 will remember them. - Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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