Lest We Forget

[Dr. Bob]

On this day at 11 minutes past 11 am in 1918 the Armistice brought an end to the "Great War."  My grandfather was a Captain of Infantry in WWI.  Now the men of the great generation that fought in WWII are leaving us daily.  Thanks to all who have defended our freedom.

Happy Vetrans day!  Never forget!

[Silver Creek Slim]

Thanks for starting this, Dr. Bob.
I want to thank all the military veterans past and present that served our country to secure the freedoms that we cherish.
Salute!

Slim

[Quick Fire]

A big AMEN!

[RattlesnakeJack]

For Canadians, at least, this poem epitomizes the sacrifices of all those who fought in the Great War, and all wars, and the need to Remember them.  (Note that the author, Dr. McCrae, did not survive WWI.)

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Expeditionary Force

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.