Remembrance Day has been an important landmark in my life since childhood.

It’s a day to remember all the people who died fighting for freedom in various wars by staying silent for a full minute at 11 a.m. This year, I’ll be streaming the live service in Montreal.

Reading In Flanders’ Fields by John McCrae and wearing a poppy between the last Friday in October and today are also important traditions that honour the men and women who served in various military units.

Thank you to all of our soldiers.

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.


Tracey Arial

Unapologetically Canadian Tracey Arial promotes creative entrepreneurship as an author, cooperative business leader, gardener, family historian and podcaster.

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