From places they've been & places we know of buthave never been ourselves. Stories of those who have fought and died for us even though even though we were not there as some of us were not even born.
But still they fought and died for us, These Men and Women gave their lives for us and we owe them everything. November 11th is for The (United States) Veterans Day and for (Canada) Rememberance Day.
This Day we remember them all and their Sacrifice. It was Brave Men and Women thousands of them who gave it all to be free and thanks to them we are. Not just those who have fought and died we Remember this day but Those who stand with us still.
They are here To Remember fallen comrads, Brothers & Sisters in arms. Some fought long ago and some not so long ago. Some we fight still Whether that be the fight in Iraq or the war we fight inside ourselves. And families are here to Remember Lost family members.Grandfathers & Grandmothers , Fathers and Mothers, brothers and sister , Aunts and Uncles Cousins and friends.
No matter who we are here to Remember this day it all comes down to one thing, No matter race or religon it's all the same thing to us, We call them Hero's , To some it was just a job to others they felt it was their Duty to fight for their Country.
No matter what they called it we'll always call it A Sacrifice, So to those who have gone before us to those who go now and to those who might have to go in the future to fight for our Freedom, We Thank Them. We thank them from the bottom of our Hearts & Souls, Lest We Forget them , Any of them for we must never forget what they did, Less we make the same mistakes again.
So now i would like to share a two poems with you Proper for this occation. At least one you may know another you may not but they all hold the same tone in time. Lest We Not Forget
In Flanders Fields
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.
The Anxious Dead
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
Above their heads the legions pressing on:
(These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,
And died not knowing how the day had gone.)
O flashing muzzles, pause, and let them see
The coming dawn that streaks the sky afar;
Then let your mighty chorus witness be
To them, and Caesar, that we still make war.
Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call,
That we have sworn, and will not turn aside,
That we will onward till we win or fall,
That we will keep the faith for which they died.
Bid them be patient, and some day, anon,
They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep;
Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn,
And in content may turn them to their sleep. 
