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This day means alot to me and my family, November 11th I mean.

I had alot of family in various wars over the last century and in my home town, on our small cenotaph that has the names of town people who had fought in died in a number of wars is the name of my great-great Uncle who died in World War I and 20 years later his little brother, my great-grandfather fought in the Second World War and survived one of his five sons was a peace keeper before he retired and fought in Cyprus, Korea and other areas of the world. My brother is in the military (hes 19) so I do worry that he will go to war. Hes in college to become a police officer so the chances of him going to fight in a war are slim but still, I worry.

But yes, this day means alot to me as Im sure it means alot to others. Yes I cry when ever Im at or watch the ceremonies on TV since the idea of these men and women fighting and dying for our and other countries freedom seems like such a horrifying yet honorable task. I know I will never, ever let my child or their children forget about the great Wars and will make sure they understand what took place so that the horrors will never happen again.

Canadians are just peace keepers, we're ass kickers too. In WWI we captured Vimy Ridge from the Germans at twice the cost of other countries like the States and Britain who tried but failed. [link]
And we also fought and conquered Juno Beach on D-Day as well as Liberated Belgium from the Germans so that makes me proud as a Canadian and the famous poem, In Flanders Field was written by a Canadian Solider in WWI in honor of his friend who died yet sadly he to died in battle. Another amazing story of a Canadian Solider is of a man who fought in Hong Kong against the Japanese and threw himself on a live grenade to save his comrades and there is a statue in Hong Kong to commemorate him and his nobel deed.



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.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)



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