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.
- John McCrae, 1915
Perhaps this is more apt for Memorial Day than Veteran's Day but whatever.
Thanks, Dad, for going when you were called to Vietnam. I know it cost you. Thank you Grandpa, for fighting in World War II. I'm glad you came home. Thanks Cousin Jimmy, for fighting in Afghanistan and again in Iraq these last few years. Thank you, Cousin Jeffrey for making the ultimate sacrifice, for going far from home and laying down your life. Thanks, my friend John, for fighting in Desert Storm, even though you came back with something permanently shattered in your eyes. Thank you, Uncle Don, for serving your country in Korea, I know it left scars. Thank you.
I hope one day we live in a world where there are no more veterans of wars to thank - because hopefully one day, we will evolve past war. Until that day though, I'll think of every one of you on the 11th day of the 11th month.