Rememberance Day

Rememberance Day holds a special place for my family. My parents were both born in Holland. My dad remembers the Canadian soilders with their tanks liberating his village. He also remembers the bar of chocolate they gave him. He didn't know what it was.
My mom tells stories of her uncle who was killed harbouring Jews from the Nazis. They kicked in the door at Sunday supper and dragged him into the street shooting him there in front of my grandparents and his wife. His daughter took her first steps that horrible day. For three days he had to lay in the street as an example of what would happen. Today there is a bell tower in his village with a plaque commemorating his bravery and sacrifice.
My grandfather was arrested for resisitance activity. He was gone for three weeks hiding after his brothers blew up the train tracks that were taking him to the camps.
Tomorrow we take a moment to remember those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. We mourn with the mothers who let their sons go to war. We grieve with the wives whos husbands walked away to never return. Even today mothers and wifes and husbands and families pay the ultimate price for freedom.
Is a minute of silence really enough to say thank you?? Is there really any real honour that we could offer that would ever be enough for our freedom?

All I can say is THANK YOU!!! To all of you who have and will pay the price. There is nothing else I can say of feel. THANK YOU again and always.