They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn them. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
My cousin died a week ago in a fire fight. He was in the Canadian army. I’m going to his funeral tommarrow. Part of me is happy he died for the greater good but another small part of me is angry that he had to go and get himself killed. I know I shouldn’t blame him.its just hard. Me and my other cousins are resisting this Poem and then the spillers cry O Canada.
Rest In Peace to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice. We shall never forget your sacrifice to this country. And a huge thank you to those who are still serving today
Thank you private George. For the sacrifice you gave for this nation I only wish I could join to meet the most respected people of this nation. Thank you for serving and fighting and thank you for the hope our soldiers bring us in dark times R.I.P private George
