Remembering the Sacrifice

Veteran's Day, 2011.  Naturally, I turn to the beauty of words to express the feelings of the heart.  I think today especially of my paternal grandfather, who served in WWII and landed on Normandy Beach on the day after D-Day... my maternal grandfather who also served during WWII... and my father-in-law, who served in Vietnam and came home to a country where many mocked him for his service.  But I also think of the many, many who I will never know, who served long ago or are serving today, making sacrifices for my freedoms.

Today, I thank them, from the bottom of my heart.

In Flanders Fields
by: John McCrae

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. 

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