rememberance

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

Happy Birthday Granny! I cant remember the last time i missed your birthday, but have a good one.

Today we mourn the losses of all those who have fought and been injured in the line of battle. Not much mourning going on in the katimavik house. We see it as another day off work, which is a little unfortunate. Hopefully most of us will take the time to remember those loved ones we have lost.