(This is a re-posting from last year. I couldn't think of a better way to remember.)
My dad wrote...
(my dad giving a speech--circa the 1980s)
The closing words of every legion meeting.
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning we will
Remember them.
We will remember them--for they were our schoolmates. They were the kids we played with--the people we worked with.
After fifty years we remember them and the debt we owe.
We remember not only those who gave their lives but those who came home broken, wounded, scarred--both on the inside and the outside.
We remember our comrades and the price they paid for us and for Canada--
And we remember the thousands and thousands of others who paid--
The mothers and babies
The little kids
The young people
Mothers and fathers
And the old people
the grandparents
All those who died because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They paid--they paid the price for us. They bought our freedom.
Don't think about the horrible price they paid--it's too awful, too terrible.
But remember them we must--and in our remembering let our hate and revulsion for war grow stronger and stronger until we join with all the people of the world to end this terrible curse of war--until that great day dawns may we ever pray
Lord God of Hosts
Be with us yet
Lest we Forget, Lest we Forget
(the radar base in northern Newfoundland where my dad served during WWII)
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Remembering Them on Remembrance Day
to read my Remembrance Day inspired short story as well as more of my dad's writing.
The Lure of Yarn (short story) a cautionary tale of how easy it is to cast on.
to read my Remembrance Day inspired short story as well as more of my dad's writing.
"knitting one of my first sweaters"
photo by a niece
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