Thank you to all vets, serving members of all forces, and families of those who lost loved ones, so that we all can live in a better world.
I always stop to observe a minutes silence at 11/11/11:11. It is but
A Pittance of Time.
Another thing that helps lend meaning to the day is the poem written by Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel 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.