Lest We Forget…..

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.

Written by Lt. Col. John McCrea

Always wear a red poppy as a symbol of remembrance for those who served in the war.

On the Eleventh Hour, of the Eleventh Day, in the Eleventh Month, countries and nations alike, will stand together as one, and remember the sacrifices that family, friends, and loved ones gave so that we could live life free of oppression, and to stand proud on this land that our ancestors& family members fought valiantly to protect, and succeeded in doing so.

Below are two such members of my grandmothers side of the family, Thomas George McCorry, her brother, who passed away in France in WW I.
Edward George McCorry, who also died in France, but in the Second World War.He was my Grandmothers nephew, he was my second cousin

In respectful memory of

3032616 Private Thomas George McCorry

2nd Cdn Mounted Rifles (B.C. Regiment), Army
Date of Death: Died of wounds 10th September 1918

Commemorated at:
St. Sever Cemetery Extension Rouen,
Seine Maritime, France

Age 23 Son of Mr and Mrs George McCorry of Millbrook Ontario

In respectful memory of

Private Edward George McCorry
Essex Scottish Regiment RCIC, Army
Date of Death: 21st July 1944

Commemorated at:
Bretteville Sur Laize Canadian War Cemetery,
Calvados, France

Age 21 Son of Arthur Williams McCorry and Susan McCorry of Chesley Ontario XXVI B1

If you are to do any thing this remembrance day, remember the lives given so that we are free to make the choices that will raise the next generation, and teach them that the road to war is not the way to peace.
Two Minutes of silence is all they ask, for the respect they deserve , Its one day a year that commemorates those who gave their lives, and those who returned from god knows what hellish sights they endured for those many months ,some came back broken , but not beaten,others came back in shock, and to the day they passed on, kept reliving those nightmares in their dreams. Two minutes to remember a lifetime ago, a generation gone, and to remember the ones , even now, in this the 21st century, put their lives on the line for the country they call home, Canada, and the freedom that awaits them when they come home, someday soon.

Arthur John Moore , on the left,
Served 4yrs in the Second World War, 3yrs in the Korean war and came home safe.Married and started a family.

Herbert Wilburt Frizzell : A Merchant Marine, served 3-4 months on board a ship during 2nd WW. came home safe,married and fathered 5 children with his wife,and lived for another sixty plus years.

Its men like these that put their lives on the line every day, no matter what the cost, most of them came home,some didn’t. Don’t let them be forgotten, wear a poppy, and remember, it’s only two minutes out of a lifetime, think of were we’d be if they hadn’t fought .
Lest We Forget….
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.


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