11-11-2011, 07:26 AM
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Thank You
To all the veterans, sung and unsung, who've made it possible for us, as a people, to have the freedom to publicly argue differing points of view both here and elsewhere without fear, without recrimination, without censure.
May your sacrifice and the sacrifices of your families never be forgotten.
In Flanders Fields
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD
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.
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Here Dead We Lie
Alfred Edward Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
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Arlington National Cemetery
Section 60
A lone house-key, a melting Twix,
two Miller Lites, a crucifix.
A fifth of rum, a pack of Kools,
report cards from far distant schools.
Four hard-backed books, a tear-stained poem,
a cell phone programmed to call home.
Three dozen letters never read,
a pillow from a double bed.
A Barbie doll, three Lego cars,
Nine lightening bugs in Mason Jars.
Six polished stones, a strand of beads,
a planter filled with apple seeds.
Two coffee cups that catch the rain,
three Red Sox caps, a plastic train.
Eight birthday cards, a catcher's mitt,
a sweater someone's mother knit.
A thousand pictures creased and torn.
One wedding veil that won't be worn.
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