Today is Veteran's Day. May each of us pause to offer a prayer of thanks--to God, for the freedoms we enjoy, and to the brave men and women who gave their lives defending these freedoms, and to those in our military who are risking their lives today for this great nation.
In honor of our veterans, I would like to dedicate this poem to them:
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 McCrae
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