November 11, Veteran's Day

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.

-Canadian Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, written in April 1915

This poem is the most well-known poem of World War I, and is often recited in Canada on Remembrance Day, after Armistace Day (Veteran's Day). But this poem isn't just Canadian; it is global to all nations who took part of that bloody battle, though Germany does not reconize it.

This is the day where we remember all those who wore the uniform of the United States military, past and present. It is also a day to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice to freedom. It is also for those who have never been found, those who are Missing in Action (MIA), and to those who are or were Prisoners of War (POW).

Let us never forget the sacrifice to their families who have to endure the deployment of their loved ones overseas, those who didn't have a Christmas or Thanksgiving or birthdays with their loved ones.

Never forget. God Bless America and her military.