As we sit in our home and eat breakfast, untroubled by rations, curfews, shortages, pressure, poverty, illness or fear, I look at my daughter and marvel how blessed we are. And I feel grateful sorrow for those who gave their lives, their years and their peace, on shores and fields so far from home, so that we might retain our freedom. And for those who have gone since, and are gone now, still protecting and serving us, all around this world.
With all that I am, thank you.
For all that I have, thank you.
I will raise my daughter to honour your sacrifice.
Lest we forget.
mammadontstress 