A Weekend of Remembrance ...

This weekend we pause at the 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month simply to remember ...

To remember the cost of our freedom ...

To remember the sacrifice of too many young men and women ...

To remember the futility of war ...

To remember the bravery of those who serve our Country in uniform ...

And most of all:

To remember the precious gift that Peace truly is ...

This weekend we pause to remember ... and to live that remembrance:

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 lieIn 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