What in The Sam Hill? Remembrance Day

Nov 10, 2021

Did you know that over 60,000 Canadians died so that WE could have freedom?

Did you know 170,000 Canadians came home injured? We're talking injured beyond repair for many.

Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the end of First World War hostilities. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month" of 1918, in accordance with the armistice signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning.

Imagine that...


Oh my, how our priorities have changed.

BTW, for anybody who has never heard the saying:

Sam Hill is an American English slang phrase, a euphemism or minced oath for "the devil" or "hell" personified (as in, "What in the Sam Hill is that?").

You may have heard the other versions, "What in tarnation?"


What the hell?


What the fuck?

Seriously, what in Sam Hill...

How in 2021, did people start dying from unexplained deaths?

UMMMMMMMMM, is somebody trying to cover something up?

Up until 2020, we knew how people were dying, mainly old age and cancer.

Now it's, "Geez, we don't know how they're dying. Must have eaten something bad?"

What about the rising number of athletes dying???

Does this not alarm anybody???? Soccer players have unexplained heart attacks, and nobody is asking questions???

I'm not one to speak out of term but I think we need to get a grip on what remembrance day means.

Nobody is talking about what's happening in the world right now except for "conspiracy theorists." Everybody else is just saying, "Yup, this is how it is supposed to be. Let's just go on Instagram and look at how amazing everybody's life is."

Those war vets who fought for freedom must be rolling in their graves.

Let's read the famous Flanders fields written by John McCrea

Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canadian poet, soldier, and physician John McCrae earned his undergraduate and medical degrees at the University of Toronto, where he received the Gold Medal.

McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields” memorializes the April 1915 battle in Belgium’s Ypres salient. For 17 days, McCrae tended those injured in the battle. The poem, written the day he buried his close friend, was first published in Punch magazine and led to the adoption of the poppy as the Flower of Remembrance for the British and Commonwealth war dead.

Let's read this poem together, and pay close attention to those last lines because these poor soldiers are awake right now, and they are watching.

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.