Topic: Happy Veterans Day

[Celt]

 Here is wishing all of our SCCX Veterans a Happy Veterans Day! You stood for this nation and wrote a blank check to her upon enlistment. You are our nations best.

[Jayrat]

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[RBduffer]

Land of the FREE because of the BRAVE.
Thank you!

[Gunslinger2N]

To all of my brothers and sisters in arms, current and past. I thank you for your service and sacrifice. Have a Peaceful and Happy Veterans Day.

GUNSLINGER2N.... Out.

[Sage Bromax]

My Canadian wife still looks for veterans selling poppies.  The Canadian will know what I am talking about.  I am humbled by their sacrifice. 

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 - 1918
 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.

[Celt]

Each year I get a handmade poppy from the VFW. Its a great tradition steeped in respect and admiration for those wonderful men of the great war whose traditions have transposed about 100 years forward.

[Jayrat]

My Canadian wife still looks for veterans selling poppies.  The Canadian will know what I am talking about.  I am humbled by their sacrifice. 

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 - 1918
 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 wear my poppy every year