On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, I'll sit and reflect on everything I have, and everything I can do. I'll thank the ones truly responsible, in my own personal way.
I'll look to the Heavens and thank those that may be there. Through courage, effort and a belief in doing the right thing.
I'll look to the East and thank those that are still doing exactly that.
I'll go to our Memorial Square downtown, to personally thank those that have done their best on our behalf.
Today is the opposite of all of the things that Hallmark can't make me do. Like telling me when to show my love, or determining when I should bestow a gift upon a loved one.
You see to me, today is a day that actually deserves my attention.
I always try to remember and honestly, I can become pretty upset with myself for taking my freedom for granted. Today however, I dedicate to remembering as much as I can.
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
For those that have given and those that continue to do so, I remember. For what ever it's worth, know that you'll always have my sincerest thanks and highest gratitude.
I remain steadfast in my belief that if you can't stand behind our troops, please feel free to stand in front of them!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
