Veterans Day

The torch is passed.

In Flanders Fields

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 falling 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.

A heartfelt thank you to all of those who have served.

To our troops serving in Iraq and around the world, and to all our allies, both old an new, our thoughts and prayers are with you.

To those former allies who have broken faith, remember those of yours who gave their all and think of what you owe them.