I was just a little girl when Mrs. Souter asked me to memorize the words to the famous poem, In Flander’s Fields.
Today, given my family background and a whole number of experiences connected to military service, I feel a real sense of respect and gratitude.
I visited with a friend briefly today. She had been crying earlier as she watched the placing of the wreaths at the Memorial in Ottawa….she took me around to her stairwell where she had a collection of old black and white photographs ….her father as a young man in the airforce. We spoke quietly in front of those photographs for a short while….and when I left her, I felt in awe again of the strength and courage of so many young people who have gone forward in order to support the ideals of democracy in the world.