When I Remember Remembrance Day Poem by Micah Krahn

When I respect and reflect our fallen heroes on Remembrance Day. I begin to ponder what it truly means to remember. With heavy hearts and utmost ultimate respect, we humbly wear our red poppy. In Remembrance.
Endless white crosses line the battlefields of wars once fought, some marked and yet sadly some unmarked. The agony and treachery of bloodied wars fought and forgotten by our younger generation, is sadly overwhelmingly apparent.

Dying alone on a battlefield, or surviving the daily onslaught of horrific complications only to perish in pure agony of a field hospital; we know nothing of the horrors of war, even a simple poem such as this does no justice.

The tens of thousands of Canadian soldiers who fought so bravely for our freedom. We are beyond grateful and forever in your debt. A debt that cannot ever be repaid. Its tough to stand steadfast and not shed a tear for your ultimate willing sacrifice to preserve our freedom.

Thousands of bloodied war-aged stories and poems from unknown soldiers will never be told, no soldier will ever be forgotten in the pursuit of fighting for our freedom.

When people say Happy Remembrance Day… In reflection, there is nothing happy about war. Achieving finality of freedom, yes. But not war.

As I teach my future generations about the devastation of war and our true heroes. Instead of reciting the typical response, I will say ‘we remember your ultimate sacrifice, we honour your fallen friends and family. Thank you for being our heroes and freedom fighters’.

Canada remembers.

I remember.