Thursday, November 11, 2010

El Día conmemorativo

It's so strange to be living somewhere where no one is wearing poppies.  In Canada, poppies grace many, many coat lapels and breastpockets right after Halloween.

Every time I saw a veteran ringing a bell beside a Salvation Army box, I could never resist donating whatever little I had.  Sadly, the number of veterans has been diminishing rapidly in recent years and they are being quickly replaced by volunteers. I remember thanking a veteran once for fighting for Canada, and he seemed surprised that his sacrifice mattered to an immigrant, but he was touched all the same.

There isn't even a Spanish Wikipedia page for Rememberance Day!  It's just not observed here.  When I was living in France, there were ceremonies for le Jour d'Armistice, but I guess Spain wasn't involved in World War I.

There's no trumpet music today where I'm living, no veterans marching proudly, no recitations of In Flanders Fields, no wreaths and no poppies, but regardless, I Remember.

1 comment:

Alexandra said...

In Flanders field the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
A lark, still bravely singing flies,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.