I have stood before the upturned ground
and struggled to compare
my courage and my character
with the man or woman there.
Would I have died a valiant death
in a foreign land,
upon a distant battlefield,
to save my fellow man?
I have stood before the crosses
as the sun was going down,
watching as the shadows faded
upon the upturned ground.
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.
It is the VETERAN, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.It is the VETERAN, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.It is the VETERAN, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.It… Continue reading Thank You, United Sates of America Veterans!
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