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Consider this quote from Abe Lincoln
"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves."
This Thursday is Veteran’s Day. For most of you it is just another holiday. Maybe your office is closed, or the mail won’t be delivered or your bank won’t be open. But for the millions of veterans who have served this country since its inception it’s an important day never to be forgotten or simply overlooked.
Regardless of your stance on the current conflict, or any war that our country has taken a part in, we all owe a debt to those who have served this country and the cause of freedom and liberty around the world.
It has been nearly 100 years since the War to End all Wars, and yet young men and women are still needed for service, families and loved ones still sacrifice and wherever duty calls our armed forces they will be there. For be it friend or foe, we, the living free, shall never forget the fact that our forces have served humanity in every part of the globe and shall continue to do so whenever they are needed.
So; for my Great Grandpa, who served here at home, and for men like Charles Kinkenon, Paul Sloan, Roy Dowell, Merritt Winsell and Vern Standlea who never came back from that Great War, I leave you this week with a poem written by a Canadian in those trenches. A simple but sweet reminder that wars are fought with blood and tears and courage and loss. May those who have gone on, rest in the arms of peace.
In Flanders Fields
By Lieutenant Colonel John MCCrae, MD
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 live, 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.
See you next week…remember, we’re all in this together.