This morning was difficult. I tried so hard to not cry but tears still fell. As I walked down the street I joined a solemn procession of people winding their way to the City Center. Soldiers young and old stood side by side as orders were called. There were rows of white-haired men and women standing with the morning sun catching on the rows of medals pinned to their breast. Prayers were said, voices carried towards heaven in songs of remembrance, heads were bowed, and tears were shed.
Even though this is not the country I was born in, this is very much my home. For this one hour all differences were set aside and we became our own nation of people united by the red poppy on our lapel. This morning we all stood together as one.
After the ceremony I went to pay my own respects and to say thank you to those who gave me tomorrow. I watched as an old man with tired lines creasing his face moved past me. The rows of medals on his breast clinked together as he slowly, slowly knelt down and placed this cross in the Earth. He gently rubbed his thumb over the face in the photo and stared for a few moments before standing and walking away.
God Bless our Veterans: the ones who are still fighting, the ones we lost, and the ones whose memory we still carry in our hearts.