This coming Monday, the US celebrates Memorial Day. In honor of this, I am replacing my regularly scheduled blog post with the text of one of my favorite poems:

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.

–Lt. Col. John McCrae

Thank you to the men and women who have fought to preserve our freedom, and a special salute to those who have given their lives in the service of our country. You are not forgotten.

A soldier is some one who has written a check to his or her nation for an amount “up to, and including, my life”. If you haven’t thanked one, today, or stopped to remember one who died in combat, do so. Its a respect thing.

Peace.

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