Monday, November 12, 2012

Veterans Day

Although yesterday marked the anniversary of the signing of the armistice that brought an end to the fighting in World War I in 1918, today is the official holiday to commemorate Veterans Day.

It’s become my tradition here to mark the day with the poem In Flanders Field by John McCrae.

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 (1872-1918)

I honor my father, two uncles, a cousin, a great uncle, many friends and colleagues, and the millions known and unknown who served our country in the armed forces.

4 barks and woofs on “Veterans Day

  1. Thanks to all who have served. I always think of my Uncle Preston, who was captured by the Germans in WWII and managed to come home and was such a sweet and kind man. I remember my kids grandfather who was in the Navy during that same war who served in the Pacific. I salute Uncle Doc, who was a doctor in the army during WWI. I would also like to honor Dustin and Les, dear friends who just returned safely from Afganistan. You are all awesome.

  2. Morning, Bobby. I don’t know if this is a problem at my end (likely) or yours (about as likely as Michele Bachmann becoming president), but everyhting on your blog seems to be center-justified (including the sidebars). I tried clearing the cache and all the other standard stuff (except the Microsoft Exorcism Dance) and got the same results.

    • Thanks. There was an extra HTML center tag in this post. It got cancelled out in Firefox but showed up in IE. I’ve fixed it.

      • Whew! Saved me from the Microsoft Exorcism Dance, AND from having to sacrifice two goats and a chicken to Bill Gates.

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