To the editor;
These are some of the thoughts that ran through my mind while I was thinking about the Canadian lads who fought and died during the Great War.
The words were originally attached to the symbolic image of a broken heart.
The Genesis of Remembrance Day
Lost souls. Broken hearts. Lights flash and thunder roars inside a cloud of billowing smoke drifting across a desolate land.
Above the uproar, riding the wind in repetitive waves, the lonesome sound of a solitary piper rises and falls, rises and falls. Inside this ghostly mist of acrid fog frightened faces of wide-eyed young men appear and disappear, appear and disappear.
Lost actors in a horrendous play written years ago for this deadly day.