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
In Flanders fields.
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, an armistice, or temporary cessation of hostilities, was declared between the Allied nations and Germany in the First World War, then known as "the Great War." Commemorated as Armistice Day beginning the following year, November 11th became a legal federal holiday in the United States in 1938. In the aftermath of World War II and the Korean War, Armistice Day became Veterans Day, a holiday dedicated to American veterans of all wars.Armistice Day.
Not to detract from the day set aside to honor our nation's fighting men and women by any means. Just to remind folks what started it all (although I am certain few need the reminder, as my experience has been that most gunnies are avid students of history). Originally set aside to remember the veterans who served in "The War to End All Wars", Armistice Day was transformed into Veteran's Day after World War II and the KoreanWar.
For our nation's veterans, I say, simply, thank you.
Most will disavow all thanks. "Just doing my job." Most of the veterans I know are humble, proud of their service but not prideful. They're happy to have served, to have done their duty to their country and their countrymen, but do not look down on those of us that have never worn the uniform. They have done their part to keep our country great, and for that they deserve our gratitude and our thanks.
Thank you, every veteran, today and every day.
That is all.