On the 11th hour, of the 11th day in the 11th month of 2011, lest we forget:
Never have so many owed so much to so few.
On the 11th hour, of the 11th day in the 11th month of 2011, lest we forget:
Never have so many owed so much to so few.
Psalms 144:1
Praise be my Lord my Rock,
He trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle !
"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." - Dr. John McCrae (1872-1918)
"It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own." -Cicero
Tonight I hoist my glass and give a toast to the Vets.