Veterans' Day

[desertvixen]

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.

— Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae
Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918)


I don't have any words for today (other than the irony of not being able to get support for issues here in Iraq because people in the States are on a four day holiday...).

DV
 

Comments

[rockahulababy.livejournal.com]

Hey now, some of us had to work today, too! I wrote you a letter, too. :)

Happy veteran's day!

Much Love

[phyrewall.livejournal.com]

Take care out there, Sister, keep your head down. I look forward to your safe return.

And if that sounded creepy: "Happy Veteran's Day!"
(no offense meant to rockahulababy)

[betray802.livejournal.com]

I hugged my veteran today. When he's not driving me insane with post-election conspiracy theories, I call him Dad.

Veteran's Day is tough in our house, especially in election years. On Election Day 1960, my Mom's Uncle Mark was killed in a peacetime accident while stationed at Lockbourne AFB in Columbus, OH (it's now an OH ANG base/civvie regional apt.) The matter was triple-hushed up, and it wasn't until the mid-1980s that two of Mark's brothers were able to uncover the bare bones of what happened. There's a lot we still don't know, and this year it's been 48 years. Veteran's Day is usually the start of my Mom's holiday depression phase, which can and has lasted until Easter.

Anyway, Happy to you.

Music of the Moment: Somebody's Angel by John Schneider