Today is three things:
First, it is Mel and my first anniversary.
Second, it is Veterans Day.
Third, it is Rememberence Day, or Armistice Day
In America, Memorial Day is for the dead, and Veterans Day is for the living. As such, first I wish to give thanks.
I thank all of you, still serving to defend out country; and those of our friends and allies; and those who are fighting to preserve freedom, liberty, justice, and humanity.
May god bless you and keep you.
I thank all of you who have served in the past; for the risks you have taken, and the sacrifices you have made.
It was over twelve years ago that I first put on my countries uniform. It was almost five years ago that I wore it last. Every day I miss it; every day I feel guilty I'm not still out there with my friends and my brothers.
But... today is also my anniversary; and it would not be if I had not changed my course, and I don't regret what has brought me here. I love my wife, and my children more than I can possibly imagine; or possibly express to you. Actually, I'm writing this now, because for the rest of the day, I want to spend as much time as possible with Mel.
Finally, today is Remembrance Day (sometimes known as Armistice day); celebrating the moment that the first great war of the last century was ended; in the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month of the year of our lord nineteen hundred and eighteen.
On this day I also give thanks; for those who laid down their lives, and for those who lived; to keep Europe free.
Eighty eight years gone, and still every year we mark this day (though in America we reserve Memorial day for our dead, from all wars).
Rememberance day though; it still means something here as Armistice day; and it most certainly still means something around the world.. for now; for as long as the people remember... which I hope shall be always, but I fear shall be for not much longer.
Why is it called poppy day?
Britain, France, Belgium, Canada, Australia, Russia... and on the other side Germany, Austria, Bulgaria, Hungary (and the remains of the holy roman empire), Turkey (and the other ottomans)... an entire generation of young men in Europe were lost to the most futile, worst run war, in modern history.
In four years, 18 million men died (or went missing, which is mostly the same thing), and 22 million men were wounded.
In fact, europe has never recovered from this greatest of historical mistakes. It was the direct aftermath of world war one that lead to world war two; which created the postmodern european culture that is slowly being destroyed from without and within by self hatred, depression, defeatism, socialism, and islamic fascism...
But I digress; I was talking about why it is called poppy day.
Flanders is a region of Belgium; where the fighting in the great war was at it's worst, along with Walloon, and northern France. The worst battles of the war were at Ypres, the Marne, the Somme, and Verdun.
At Verdun alone, the British lost 20,000 dead in one single day; and the allied forces (mostly British) lost 120,000 dead, and over 375,00 wounded total; with 100,000 dead and 350,000 wounded on the German side. The battle lasted from February 21st, til December 19, 1916. Almost ten solid months of the most brutal trench warfare ever seen; and nothing to show for it but blood, and mud.
Perhaps 200,000 total dead at the Marne (1st and 2nd), perhaps 50,000 at Ypres, Perhaps 300,000 total dead at the Somme... the bloodiest battle of the war, though Verdun had the bloodiest day; and nothing to show for it but blood and mud.
There was an amazing thing though; that blood, and that mud... it became magnificently fertile soil; and soon after the fighting ended, all over these horrific battlefields, poppies began to bloom.
In the first great war; as had been tradition for most of western history; those killed in battle were buried in the fields where they fell. Their memorials were raised there; a tribute to those who fought and died, and a reminder to those who did not.
And there, in Flanders and Walloon, and in France, and in Luxembourg; there lay an entire generation of men. Millions upon millions of white crosses, millions upon millions of unmarked graves in farmers fields; surrounded by millions upon millions of poppies.
A symbol of life, of blood, of the fight for liberty and freedom. The poppies among those men who died were taken up; first by the French and the Belgians, then the Canadians and British and Americans.
Today, the poppy is a symbol of rememberance; expressed best perhaps by this poem:
In Flanders FieldsToday, I say, do not break faith with those who have died; those who have fought, and laid down their lives for freedom, for liberty, for humanity. Do not make them rest uneasy. Do not give up this fight for our civilization; for our lives.
--Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D. (1872-1918)
Royal Canadian Army
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.
I do not wish to see the poppies bloom once more in Flanders fields; but I fear that is the fate of our world, should we not stay the course...
Oh, and today is one more thing. Fittingly, it is also the day of the feast of St. Martin; a soldier who retired from the life of war, and became a man of peace. A veteran, who embodied the truism, "A warriors fondest prayer, is for peace".
