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.
I have issues with the American Veteran's Day. I do appreciate the service
of those who the load in the U.S. Armed Forces. I do. I just hate the
wheels of war, the tools of death and destruction, the idiots who are old
and send the promising future to be slaughtered. This fellow wrote
a good column on it.
If someone has served honorably in the military, I thank them for their service.