Fun with Flexiril

Thank You for Your Service

When I was a kid, we learned this poem in grade school. It has stuck with me all these years. Remember to thank the vets for their service, not just today, but every day.

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae

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.

Thank you, Uncle Earl; thank you, Pop; thank you, FIL Bill; thank you, Cousin Buncie; thank you, my dear brother Jerry.

And to show just how brave and tough our soldiers are, I show you this photo of Michael Burghardt, a bomb disposal expert who got blown up by an IED and showed the enemy exactly what he thought of them. Read his complete story here.