Nov. 11, 2009 - Hold the Torch High

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, fell down, 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, a Canadian medical officer who served in WW I)

Thank you to those who currently "take up the quarrel with the foe" daily.  The foe has changed, but the quarrel has not.  Those who fight selflessly for the freedom of all, hold the torch high.  We support you.  We appreciate you.  We thank you.

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