Mal Keetch
I'd like to take this opportunity to give remembrance and acknowledgement to Mal Keetch, my Grandad. Though he doesn't speak often of his time in the war, at least not to me, he continues to support the veteran's and is currently president of the TPS (Toronto Police Service) War Veterans Association.
At eleven o'clock this morning Mal, a former Police Officer, as with many mornings on past Remembrance Days, honoured the fallen soldiers of wars long past but not forgotten.
Thank you, Grandad, for everything.
Read the TPS article here.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
by John McCrae
/pk
posted by Paul Keetch @ 2:50 p.m.
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1 Comments:
I, too, am grateful for the contribution that Mal Keetch has made to the freedom of our country and to my life. For thirty-five years he has been my second Dad. He stands as a sentry for compassion and generosity everywhere he goes.
Much love, Marian
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