Remembrance

Today we are once more reminded that we sleep safely while rough men go about their business protecting freedom, this is happening now even as it did in past conflicts.

So as I prepare a meal I think of those who may now be eating a chemically heated meal while preparing to go out on a mission.

I thank all the veterans and I thank the present men and women in uniform, those on the sharp end and those who were in the rear echelons making sure the man up front could do the job.

In Flanders' Fields - John McCrae, 1915

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.