Veteran's Day

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.

I will always remember my fifth grade teacher Mr Milne reciting this poem and breaking down before he was finished on Nov 11th.  It was something he did every year.

The collage is of all the flags in my yard this morning.

We are about to head off to Raleigh for the day with some of the youth from church, to spend that day at the Raleigh Temple.  

What a better way to spend Veterans Day then doing work for the dead?!