its a Pittance of time

   Lets discuss an important matter, that i find to be very important to me. As it is november remembrance day is quickly approaching. This is a day honoured in canada, as a day when we take the time to remember all of the soldiers who fought in the war.

   Recently there has been a fascination with 11:11: 11, 11:11. November 11, 2011, 11:11:11 AM. The specific pittance of time that we have set aside to honour those fallen, or those who have fought for our freedom. But instead many have become caught up with the ida of "make a wish day" WTF! I apologize for getting so worked up about this but its true. As a person with a very close friend of mine in the Canadian military i find it extremely disrespectful that we would use a day like remembrance day to "make a wish". I find this almost as disrespectful as some find Justin Beiber's new hit "Mistletoe" Sac-religious. Im not as offended as i am confused as to some priorities. To me it seems more important to be grateful for our freedom rather than making a wish. Wishing in itself is Sac-religous. Here we are saying "I wish, i wish, i wish." idolizing some kind of higher power asking for things for ourselves when we could just as easily be saying "Heavenly father, Holy Lord, dear Jesus" for things that we can help others with. So no. i will not attend your Facebook event. i will not "hashtag on twitter" and i will most defiantly will not pause my day for such a meaningless moment. Instead,  Lets make a deal to throw our wishes away for that 60 seconds of november 11, and instead pay our respects for those who deserve it.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

-LCol John McCrae

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rd5_YZbhtl0