This is Veterans Week. It will be a week of services remembering the men that fought in World War I and II.
We will also remember the women that were apart of the Great War, mothers that saw their sons go to war, never to return. There are the women that worked through World War II some in factories, others nurses, some were at home keeping businesses, farms and families together.
I will never do justice to the stories that are shared through the generations. But I do know that many of my friends and family, through the luxury of Facebook, are sharing their stories in pictures and letters that have been passed down.
The current Veterans that live down your street or work beside you are much different in some ways, but very much like our great, great uncles or grandfathers. They went into a theatre of war to protect our country and keep it safe for their families and the generations to follow. Or so it would seem. Lately, conversations have turned to how different the Great War and W.W II are from what we struggle to understand from the last 30 years or longer.
There are way to many things to think about when it comes to Remembrance Day. But, I encourage you to take the time to visit a Field of Honour, stop at the Cenotaph in your community. Sit down and colour a poppy with a child. Read In Flanders Field, listen to the Trews’ Highway of Heros. Take off your cap and sing O’Canada when no one is watching. Wear a poppy – say a silent prayer when you see an older gentleman with medals across his chest. Help someone that maybe just a little down on their luck – it could be a current veteran, that’s just too proud to ask for help, because it hurts too much to talk about what he or she encountered.
Simply say THANK YOU.