No matter where you are or what you are up to today, hopefully you'll have time to sit back and give thanks to those who gave their lives to keep the current freedom that we enjoy in the world today. For me it was my grandfathers, from different sides of World War II, living in completely different worlds, but both of whom fought in their own way. One I ended up knowing, one I only heard about in stories from my dad. Peter, I wish I could have met you to thank you.
And of course, in UFies.org semi-tradition.
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.