:: Lest We Forget ::

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

Scare heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, and 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.

"They shall not grow old, as we who 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."

I moved to tears a number of times as we took part in the Remembrance Day ceremony in town. So many husbands and wives, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers have made the ultimate sacrifice for this country and our world. Not only in the past, but in our present, young lives are being taken in the name of freedom and liberation.

I'll be really honest and say that it hurts me when people simply see this as another day off. If you are reading this then you are only separated by a member of our armed forces who has served overseas, and seen comrades fall, by one degree. I am the proud sister to a soldier.

It only takes half hour out of the day to take the time to respect those who gave us what we enjoy today, our freedom. Yet to some it seems irrelevant or pointless.

I would challenge you to take some time to look around at what we enjoy in the country, and let your heart break a little for the families that were broken for your freedom.

Lest, we forget.