Field of Crosses

This morning I made time to honour those that have made it possible for me to have the freedom to live such a wonderful life!  Standing amongst all those crosses, I thought of my Dad and still cannot imagine what it must have been like for him as he fought for freedom.  This morning I watched the sunrise and gave thanks for the freedom to enjoy the start of a new day.  After the ceremony, after everyone else left,  I stood alone for a  moment and looked around at the field of crosses.   It stretched far and wide.  I strolled between row after row after row.  

Every morning at precisely sunrise the flags are raised!

between the crosses row on row

a reporter

glorious and free

a son?  a daughter?

remembering

a soldier

poppies

so many heroes

Tomorrow on November 11th, I will be joining friends to spend the day doing what we love!