Remembrance Day
I only have one real poem that I can recite from memory, in grade 8 our teacher had us memorize 'Flanders Fields'. As much as I didn't like that teacher at the time, I'm glad we did that. We also did a section on the Beatles so why I didn't like her is a mystery. Anyway, nothing is more fitting today:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The birds, 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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I'm probably going to have to explain this poppy
to like 20 Californians today.
"He almost has to start. Do you believe in miracles?"
My grandfather was Royal Corps of Engineers Airborne.
"He almost has to start. Do you believe in miracles?"
very cool, Rince
and everyone else too. It is amazing and humbling being in DC on Veterans Day, with all the memorials and all the people mourning loved ones and friends.
"Let us go forth awhile, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our closed rooms... The game of ball is glorious." - Walt Whitman

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