A catchy little poem

I joined the legion in 1946, I guess, I didn't in ‘45 and ‘46 and it was out in a rural area in Elrose and a smaller legion but it, it a pretty good service club. It did everything it could for the returning guys and then I transferred to Rosetown for awhile and then back to Elrose and then to Saskatoon. But no, I think they did as good a job as could be expected, like you know. They, had the buildings had to be built and there was always something to do and, and I served in most every position in, in the legion in Elrose like, but I couldn't go too far away from home. Like zone commander or district commander, because I had a family and wanted to spend as much time as I could with them. You know, it's getting harder. I don't go up to Sask Place anymore because its just too much, too hard to get into, for me. I'm not too mobile and I, I, they have, I live in Montgomery and that's a veteran's area and they have their own little service there and that's where we go and then I come down to the legion afterwards. But the, this year, I went to Bishop Mahoney Church and it was a little hard, because they start asking a lot of questions and you know. It just sometimes, things kinda pile up on you a little bit. But no, I, once the war was over, I tried to leave it over there, that is what... but you know it's coming back now. As you get older ( inaudible ) you talk about it, we never talked about it for thirty years hardly, you know.

"When you pin that poppy on and remember those who died,
Remember too, the men who fought beside them and survived.
They came home to start again but struggled with their mind.
To forget the horror of the days and the hell they left behind.
Wounded though that did not bleed, they cried for close friends lost
But fought on bravely for they knew freedom was worth the cause.
Though they are old and scarred for life, they suffered for us all
And in their dreams, the battles rage and fallen comrades call.
So when you hear that honour roll, the names of those who died,
Remember too, the men who fought beside them and survived."

I thought that was kind of a catchy little poem. I can think of all the guys left there and it still brings tears to me eyes. I clipped that out of a paper, about four or five years ago and it just seemed to hit me, yeah.