Lest We Forget

Veterans: thank you.

This morning I had the honour of participating in my university’s Remembrance Day ceremony — my choir sang an arrangement of In Flanders Fields and also led the congregation in a few hymns and the national anthems. I’ve participated this way as long as I’ve been in the choir. We get a good sized crowd out every year, standing quietly in the cold, but every year there are fewer and fewer veterans.

Canada has one remaining World War One veteran. He is a hundred and eight years old.

Sometimes people get uptight about Remembrance Day, usually in my experience those who are particularly anti-war.

“Those soldiers died for a lie — those soldiers should never have been fighting — dying for a country, that means less than nothing.”

And if this is so, then what? Was their sacrifice any less worthy? Did they suffer less? Did they die easier? My friends, this is not so.

Regardless of your ideas about wars, or just wars, or unjust wars, this is an important day. We must recognize the sacrifices of both those who gave their lives for the country and those who survived — who, in some ways, have given us even more.

Wear your poppy. Thank a veteran. Read some good books:

7 thoughts on “Lest We Forget

  1. You're welcome, b. I don't have any vets in my family, and so I think that the importance of honouring those who have served mostly came across during my early school years. I can remember talking about Remembrance Day as a class in grade one — our teacher explained why we wore poppies, and gave one to everyone, along with a little envelope to fill with change to donate.


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