A good friend asked me to post this poem on the board.
It's in honor of all the military veterans and people in active duty. Also for the warriors fighting for right against the WT Society.
"In Flanders Field"
by John McCrea
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
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, tho poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-J.R.
Don't let yesterday use up too much of today.--Will Rogers, 1879-1935