Read Between the Lines

Tues, Nov 13

... I still wear a poppy

One thing I really miss about being in school is Remembrance Day. Everyone piles into the gym, sitting on the floor, and there are some songs, a slide show, a moment of silence, the singing of O Canada, talks by some of the local veterans of WWII, and the laying of the poppies on the styrofoam cenotaph. Then, on Remembrance Day itself, when we had the day off school, there was always a service. Either at the Kirby Center, or the official town service in Strathmore, or the big one at the Jubilee in Calgary... it's one of my favorite holidays.

I've always loved the stories of war; the stories of the fighting and the Resistance... the heroes who were really just ordinary people who knew when to stand up and fight for what they believed in. I still wear a poppy, but I miss those services. I miss going to the Kirby Center, where the service was for the seniors and the only reason we went was because dad played the trumpet there. I miss hearing their stories, talking to them, finding out what they remember, where they're coming from.

The sad thing is that the people who remember the world wars are a dying breed. There's almost no one anymore who was around during World War One, and fewer and fewer who were here during World War Two. I want to hear their stories. I want to hear as many of the stories and the details as I possibly can, so I can tell my children, and so their stories won't be forgotten.

Lest we forget.

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posted at 5:43 p.m.

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