Today is the day to remember 11 – 11 – at the 11th hour.
Many citizens around the country and around the world took some time to stop what they were doing to remember and to pay tribute to the many men and women who have served our country around the world in conflicts past and most importantly, conflicts of the present.
It has been reported again this year that veterans are not getting the care and support they deserve in serving our country. Pensions not being received, important life care help that is essential to the living of many men and women who served, and most importantly, for the soldiers, men and women alike are returning from tours of duties over seas, are not getting what they need.
Several communities in Canada have come to the fore to provide crucial after care housing and places to come for help, to come with family and friends, and also to remember.
We continually call on our government to listen to the voices that say that the government has shorted on their work of providing what our men and women need in long term care and support. The government needs to step up and do what is right by the men and women who have bravely given their time and their lives in the service of our country.
We still have a ways to go to properly provide what is needed. And it starts with the government and ends in the specific communities that have veterans and service members alike that so need the care they deserve.
We thank the men and women who gave their lives, and we support our brave young men and women who give of themselves to the service of our country. We are indebted to your service. And we thank you.
I hope you took some time to remember today …
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.