The Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month

Formerly known as Armistice Day, currently known in the US as Veteran’s Day, and known elsewhere as Remembrance Day, it’s a day to remember and honor all those who have served. If you see a veteran, thank him or her. It’s the right thing to do.

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.

(Posted slightly early because I don’t have reliable internet access at the moment.)

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