Before the clock strikes midnight where I am, I wanted to share a special bit of my veteran experience. Nothing tragic or frustrating, but the sense of pride and honor I have being among those who wore the uniform. What a perfect time after a season of divisive political campaigns, for America to come together thanking veterans and active duty servicemembers for the sacrifices to protect and defend the Republic we swore to give our lives for.
“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 McRae
December 8th, 1915