I’m certain you have heard it all before; anything I say about today is nothing new. So I’ll just share some things I’ve picked up here and there.
This little boy took the time to salute some troops, and in his honor the troop gave him an Eyes Right salute, which is normally only reserved for VIPs.
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