Today is about a favourite wartime film, poem, or book.
I have to go with In Flanders Fields. This poem was written by a Canadian soldier named John McCrae and it was the first poem I can honestly remember from my youth. It's beautiful and it's sad. It speaks of how the birds continue to sing and fly as they always have despite the dead humans buried all about them. It speaks of how life ended so soon for the brave soldiers who went to war so our loved ones didn't have to. It also speaks of finishing the fight for those who sacrificed themselves.
I'm feeling pretty awful. I have a lot of flu symptoms. A muscle by my ribs feels pulled, my throat is scratchy, it's hard to speak, my lips are chapped, and I cough here and there. The thing is, that's about as bad as things get for a lot of people today because of those people who gave their lives to let us be free. Sure, some are still having a lower standard of living that absolutely needs to be remedied, but we aren't being dragged out of our homes and thrust into concentration camps where we starve or get murdered because someone was bored.
We can thank our veterans for this.
Guid cheerio the nou,