Thank you, Veterans

We're grateful today for the service and sacrifices from veterans and by their families. In our house, both of the "grown-ups'" fathers/grandfathers served during WWII. One of our fathers also served during the Korean Police Action (check M.A.S.H.)

hard to soar like an eagle if you're basically chicken

Photo by J. Harrington

Every once in awhile, the nuns that taught us in grade school noticed someone too afraid to go out in the rain. Then those normally kind, sweet, saintly sisters would ridicule such person as a "sugar plum, afraid they'd melt in the rain." It's too bad a minority of voters did the rest of us the disservice of voting for a minority president who so fears rain showers that he won't honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to protect our freedoms. Even during the Vietnam War protests, we were only angry with our country. These days we're also ashamed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was mal-chosen to represent US. We wonder if John McCrae foresaw a failed visit to Flanders Fields by America's "sugar plum president."

In Flanders Fields

John McCrae, 1872- 1918

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.

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