Tuesday, November 09, 2010


How will you remember?

I will this year by taking my GPIL who is a WWII vet to breakfast with his lovely war bride wife.

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


At 10:54 AM, Blogger Phil Plasma said...

I do not have any specific plans.


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