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Collingwood Says "Thank You" Remembrance Day 2011 |
They shall not grow old, As we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, Nor the years condemn them. At the going down of the sun, And in the morning, We will remember them. and remembering our solemn obligation, may we ever pray: Lord God of Hosts; be with us yet; Lest we forget; lest we forget. |
| On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians paused to remember the thousands of men and women who gave their lives fighting for freedom. On November 11th, we remember them. We pay tribute to those who fought in the First World War, the Second World War, the Boer War, the Korean War, and Afghanistan conflict. More than one hundred Canadian soldiers have lost their lives in the five wars that Canada has fought in since 1899. Remembrance Day ceremonies began in Afghanistan followed by ceremonies throughout Canada. For our soldiers in Afghanistan, it would be the final time they would gather on Remembrance Day at Kandahar Airfield now that the combat mission has ended. In Collingwood, a large crowd braved the chilly temperatures to honour our veterans of today and yesterday. The crowd joined together in the singing of God Save the Queen and O Canada, and then stood in silence during the playing of the Last Post by Don Doner. Jasmine Sheffield was the 2011 Silver Cross Mother. Looking around the parade route you are met by the hard hitting reality that so many familiar faces are gone. For only the second Remembrance Day, there were no surviving soldiers from World War One. Many World War Veterans are also no longer with us. They are not here to march or to hear the applause. They are gone, but not forgotten. Lest we forget. We remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom Again, and always, we say "Thank You Veterans. Thank You." |
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. |