peaceThis weekend is Remembrance Day weekend in Canada.  November 11th we honour all of the men and women, by land, sea and air, who have lost their lives to give all of us and future generations something we desperately take for granted – “freedom.”  I read this in the Vancouver Sun today, Peter McMartin is my favourite columnist, I read everything he writes – guess you can say I’m a big fan.  Today he posted a simple letter from a pilot who had joined the ranks of the air force to face the enemy many moons ago.  Tom Walmsley was this man’s name and his simple wishes for his son became a “life manual” for his two-year old son.  A life manual Tom’s son never took for granted and based his whole life on his father’s simple wishes – read below – I promise after reading it you will be filled with gratitude for what you have and cherish the freedoms we all have been given because of the great men and women before us…..May we never forget and continue to support the many men and women who continue to fight for our freedom.    Double click below:


boy and his gun

A vintage picture of my brother as a boy and like so many boys, yesterday and today, they like to play with guns.  Thought the picture was appropriate because  this Friday’s phlog is posted just before Rememembrance Day, November 11th.  When I look at this photo I see a little boy, but I also see a boy, like my own boys, who thinks that war is fun; fun to hide behind trees and jump out and attack your friends.  I sincerely wish that war was about make-believe.  Speak to our fathers or grandfathers and we know by their harrowing experiences that war is not fun.  So many times you hear people say ” we won the war” when talking about world-wars – I’ve just got to wonder about the guys who didn’t make it, all the honourable men who were slaughtered, I wonder if they feel like they won the war.

The World’s Most Famous WAR MEMORIAL POEM
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Lieutenant Colonel John McCraeIn 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

Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium