This venerable poem about says it all. Written at the edge of a battlefield by a Canadian Army doctor who had just buried his friend who was killed in action. If the deep meaning of these verses escapes you, then thank those who did not let it escape, some of who came home whole, some who gave some, and some who gave all...
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.
To those who served with honor, and who honor the nation founded by the US Constitution today, thank you with all my heart.
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