A Moment To Remember

We sit back and enjoy our daily routine as if nothing happened, yet we watch the news channel with daily events that surround us and think nothing of the past.

One should ask –  why is this and why is it only one day a year that we take a moment to pay our respects for those who game life and limb so we will have a better place to live and raise our Families.

Seems odd, but tragedy is what we take for granted and given how tragedy for some, simply seems to have no effect on someone else – but that is where we are wrong

Fighting for freedom is something that many of today’s youth would never consider as they are too wrapped up in there own world and think nothing about being disrespectful to others, regardless of race and think the world owes them a living.

Many would never consider being drafted to go to War to fight for YOUR Country, while others stand up and go without anyone pushing them to the front of the line.

Let’s look at changing the outlook of the World so it will be a better place to live –  after all our fore Fathers did!

At the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, when the guns of the Great War at last fell silent, the fury of conflict was replaced by a deafening silence.

And now here we stand, and here we shall remain: unshaken in resolve; grateful in remembrance of those who have sacrificed; rededicated, like this memorial, to our eternal duty: peace and freedom—the very soul of our nation.

The poem In Flanders Fields was written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae and while it is coming on the 100th Anniversary of being written, it’s one that is still taught in Schools and that alone shows RESPECT!!

On May 2, 1915, John McCrae’s close friend and former student Alexis Helmer was killed by a German shell and later in the absence of a Chaplain, John McCrae recited from memory a few passages from the Church of England’s “Order of the Burial of the Dead”.

The following day (May 3, 1915) Sergeant-Major Cyril Allinson was delivering mail. McCrae was sitting at the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the YserCanal, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, Belgium.

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

From The Sportswave Family – take a moment to Remember!!

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