To the greatest generation, of whom are my greatest inspiration. To my great uncle, a suvivor of Pearl Harbor. RIP. To my grandfather, a liberator of Europe and vet of D-day. Your deeds and lives will forever motivate me.
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
The other military veterans here will probably hang back on this, so I'll take it upon myself to say "Thank You" for all of us. Thank you for the poppies and poem, the thoughts and the thread.
The older I get, the more these things mean to me, and the more I hope that someday, the only vets will be folks who treat animals.