NOVEMBER 11, 2012 2:59PM

VETERAN'S DAY 2012

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Today is November 11, 2012.  It was 94 years ago today, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, that “the war to end all wars” ended. 

 

Later, this day became known as “Armistice Day.”  Today, we know it as Veteran‘s Day and will officially recognize the service of our men and women, today and tomorrow. 

It is fitting and appropriate to pause for a moment to give thanks to the brave men and women who gave their life in the effort to secure freedom.  (Had the allies not won WWI and WWII, more likely than not, all Americans would be speaking German today.)   

Thinking about this, I remember the poem written on May 3, 1915 by Lt. Colonel John McCrae, who was a Canadian M.D. serving with an army hospital in Belgium.    

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.

Ironically, Lt. Colonel McCrae died on January 28, 1918 while he was commanding the No. 3 Canadian General Hospital at Boulogne.  He died from pneumonia and meningitis.  He was buried with full military honors at the Commonwealth War Graves section of the Wimereux cemetery.  To learn more about him please visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_McCrae 

If you know a veteran or someone presently serving in the U.S. military, please take a moment to thank them for their service to our country.

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I vividly remember the first time I read that poem... freshman year of high school: "...Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields..."

That always stuck with me. R&R