A pittance of time...

I know many of my friends are expecting a simple Thursday Thirteen and it shall come.. but today I have more important things to say. So here’s my first but most personal Thursday Thirteen… I am a proud Canadian... And I shall never forget. November 11th is, and has been for a very long time, a very sad day for me.. THEY SHALL GROW NOT OLD AS WE THAT ARE LEFT GROW OLD; AGE SHALL NOT WEARY THEM NOR THE YEARS CONDEMN. AT THE GOING DOWN OF THE SUN AND IN THE MORNING, WE WILL REMEMBER THEM. So here is my Thursday Thirteen… I cry… 1- For the men and women who died, fighting for our Nation, for my freedom and the freedom of others… 2- For the mothers and fathers who have lost their sons and daughters in the fight for Peace… 3- For the men and women who have lost their soulmate… 4- For the children, those who are left behind… and those who shall never come to be… 5- For the friends who are left with only memories… 6- For those who have no PEACE… 7- For those who forget what makes the sacrifice so meaningful... 8- For those who miss so many important moments of everyday life because they are fighting for justice... the first step, the first tooth, the first goal, the first school play… 9- For my country, for we have lost so many fine Canadians… 10- For those who died alone... and for those who are buried so far from home... 11- For those who confuse their opinions on war and the respect and appreciation owed for the sacrifice of our soldiers... 12- For those who have lost their brothers and sisters in arms and parts of themselves... 13- For those who will not take the time to remember… I will be taking my daughter to our Nation’s capital this weekend for the Remembrance day ceremonies. I have taught my daughter to appreciate the freedoms she enjoys and the sacrifices made on our behalf. I always extend a hand of thanks to the veterans who are out selling poppies at this time of year, and I have been know to hug a few. I proudly wear my poppy and remember, it’s so little for so much. All gave some... some gave all... To our troops in Afghanistan.. come home safe... Lest we forget In Flanders fields Poem by Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae 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. Lieutenant-Colonel McCrae was a Canadian Medical Officer who fought in the war of 1914-1918. He wrote this poem following the death of his friend… distraught at the thought that the dead might be forgotten… and from it the poppy became the symbol for soldiers who died in battle. A few minutes of your time... Please take a moment... On the 11th hour Of the 11th day Of the 11th month Remember those who died, in war and peacekeeping efforts... They serve for you. A Pittance of Time - written and performed by Terry Kelly Terry Kelly wrote this song and you can find his biography on his website... To those who have fought and continue to fight for FREEDOM and PEACE... Thank you... I love you all...