In Memoriam

At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918 the guns fell silent.  The world licked its wounds and buried its dead, and a cry for peace came from every mouth.

Less than twenty-one years later men took up their arms again.  Oh, what fools we mortals be! 

Let us honor the memory of all those brave men and women who were sacrificed in the maelstrom of war.  In Flanders fields the poppies still grow to mark their passing

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.

God bless those that served. 

God protect those who continue to serve.

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