Remembrance Day (A Day to Certainly, Remember)

Remembrance Day is a day to forget about what's going on now and take some time to remember (hence the name) all the soldiers who fought for us to get freedom in our country. Many of them now lay in Flanders Field now. There were a lot of very brave soldiers such as Gordan Bannerman, Roy Heron, Bob Farquharson, Corinne Sevigny, Malcolm Andrade, Jean-Marcel D'Aoust, and much more, but I am going to talk about a very brave and independent woman named Olive May Matthews and her married name was Olive May Peat. She was a wonderful and extraordinary woman.

Olive May Matthews was born in Emerson, Manitoba, 1923. She decided to join the army, Canadian Women's Army Corps (CWAC) because her two brothers were taken POWs in Hong Kong (poor her awww so sad) she had never got to see them before they left, so she joined.

Her exact words on how she joined and why were actually cool and how we would talk...

"Jeez, we all wanted to go, and we had, I had gained the rank of sergeant because I was a, y'know a sergeant in that company, and, but you had to revert to the rank of private to go overseas because you were joining another army. But I finally got my stripes back after two, or nearly two years overseas."

Olive was a clerk typist. There were 5 or 6 clerks in every office and they did typing and mostly keeping track of all the military officers that were overseas. She had a very tough and miserable, well not miserable but yeah hard life. Every second of all those soldiers were tough. I mean if you take to consider all the things that the soldiers have done for us, just for us to live happily, it's pretty amazing and very considerate and thoughtful. Mrs. Peat had to work for $5 a month and got Wednesday afternoon off or Thursday afternoon was maid's day off. I mean all that hard work that they are doing and they get paid $5 dollars a month. They also do housework for $5 a month. It's so, well fire-eating.

If I think back to when it was Remembrance Day was, well I would first think of my birthday, but then I would think of how thankful we are for having a more peaceful land than before and it's all thanks to the soldiers who lay in Flander Field. I am not joking I really love Remembrance Day, not just because of my birthday, but the time you get to feel and thankful and feel how the soldiers felt in WW1 and WW2. If I was a soldier I couldn't even imagine my life. To have a life so cruel would be... suicidal! I really am greatful to live in CANADA!!!

And here the poem goes,

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.

~John McCrae