To remember is to work for peace
Growing up in Ottawa, I was a member of the Ottawa Children’s Choir and regularly participated in the annual Remembrance Day ceremonies at the national cenotaph. After a chilly rehearsal at the crack of dawn, we would be shepherded to a government lobby to enjoy timbits and hot chocolate before participating in the full ceremony. We would sing our repertoire as gun salutes went off, snowbirds (of the fighter jet variety) flew overhead, and wreaths were laid.