Joined: 11 Nov 2006
|Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:48 pm Post subject: Remembrance
|Hello everyone. I'm new here, and although i will post every so often, I will generally be a lurker, just the way I am. I thought though I should post here what I posted a year ago for remembrance day.
With everything going on, I thought people here would appreciate it. I posted this on a board with mostly americans, but i still believe it is relevant today, especially with what is going on in Afganistan.
If this should not be in the Canadian Politics Forum, can the moderators please move, otherwise, this is what I am thinking about today.
My name is George Doufexis. I usually just lurk here and read the
stories, But on this day I feel the need to give thanks, if even
I am a patriot of my country, of Canada, which has a proud history in
battle. Children of my country, through the Boer War, WW 1 & 2, the
Korean War, and in countless other conflicts, have served with
distinction and honour.
In WW 1 we answered the call of our King, and fought with great
courage, and even won the battle of Vimy Ridge, which previously had
been considered an impossible objective. It is said that we became a
nation on that day, and on that field of battle.
In WW 2 we fielded the largest volunteer military in the history of
mankind with over 1.1 million people in uniform, in spite of our
small population, and along with all the other valourous things
accomplished, were one of the three main nations in the storming of
Normandy, responsible for Juno Beach. And in an action that Holland
remembers although most of our young forget, were the nation that
liberated Holland from tyrany, with so many of our young still lying
there, eternally standing guard.
During the Korean War, the Princess Patricias Light Infantry Regiment
fought what is considered the greatest defensive battle of Modern
Warfare when they won the battle of Kapyong, saving Seoul and being
only one of two foriegn units to win The United States Presidential
Distinguished Unit Citation.
During all these actions plus many others too many to count, the
soldiers of my country have served it well, even now in the war on
terror. Far better then they have been treated by their own
government and people, forgotten and underfunded.
We sometimes forget who our best friends are, our family. The
Americans, British and Austrailians, whom we have stood by in the
darkest hours. But the day will soon come, when our darkest hour is
upon us, that we will remember, and we will stand by them, and they
us. For we are the gravest threats that tyrany has ever known.
Places where people can live without fear of reprisal for what they
believe in and what they say aloud. And they can never truly succeed
in their goals while we stand.
I give you the words that I recently read for the first time, and I
feel speak to the real soul of my country.
I am a Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship in my
own way, free to stand for what I think right, free to oppose what I
believe wrong, or free to choose those who shall govern my country.
This heritage of freedom I pledge to uphold for myself and all
mankind. July 1, 1960. From the Canadian Bill of Rights. John G.
This is what we owe our veterans.
To all those in uniform who have served so admirably, in past years
and today; to those who have come home and to those who rest in
foriegn lands, turning where they lie into a little piece of Canada;
and especially to the memory of Pilot Officer Francis Joseph Myers,
RCAF, to whom I have the honour of being his Grandson, Thank You. I
can never repay you, and I will never forget.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
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.