Remember Them ...

So many of us have so much to be thankful for, more than we can ever imagine!  To the Men and Women that made the ultimate sacrifice, to those that sacrificed and made it home and to those still in the trenches, fighting to keep what was fought for so long ago ... THANK YOU!  

Let us also be a strong voice that stands behind those that return ... WE NEED THEM and THEY NEED US!  

Hometown Battlefield

Not Forgotten

Although we were unable to attend a Remembrance Day Service this year, as the sun set, we as a family certainly took the time to think of those that have given their lives for our freedoms today. May we always remember and thank the service men and women of the past and in present times for the sacrifices they've made and continue to make.

Lest We Forget

To the Men and Women who fought and are still fighting ... 'THANK YOU!'

I will never forget and I will ensure that my children learn, understand and never forget as well.  

May We Always Remember ...

11.11.11

This is a photo of Corporal Reginald Ells, my Grandfather, otherwise known to myself and our family as "Papa!"  He served from November 1941 to 1945.  First on an American Task Force to the Pacific, then in Italy, France, Holland, Germany, and the UK with the Loyal Edmonton Regiment.  We are so fortunate that he was one that returned home and that he is still with us today.  Many never did return and today, there are many, many more making sacrifices for our freedoms; too many giving their lives.  My family and I were blessed and honored to participate in the Remembrance Day Ceremonies today.  May we always remember.
  

Through a Child's Eyes

~Kelsey Lee Adler

Through a child's eyes, they saw the glory;

The medals and stars, shining like beacons in the night.

Through a child's eyes, they saw the power;

The tanks chewing up ground, cold metal monsters.

Through a child's eyes, they saw heroes;
The few, the strong, the proud.

Through a child's eyes, they saw the world;

The blues, the greens, so clean and pure.

But when they arrived, they no longer saw through the eyes of a child.

Through a man's eyes, they saw the destruction;

The death of men and futile dreams.

Through a man's eyes, they saw the pain;

Pleading men, begging death, sobbing women, praying for mercy.

Through a man's eyes, they saw their lives;

So close to ending, living only for the next moment, living only by the breath they drew.

Through a man's eyes, they saw the truth.

We were not there, and now fall empty tears.

Through blood and hell, through pain and war, they went.

For our freedom.

For our lives.