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    Default For Veteran's Day

    For those who have served their respected countries.

    I once had a comrade,
    None better I have had.
    The drum called us to fight,
    He always on my right,
    In step, through good and bad.

    A bullet it flew towards us,
    For him or meant for me?
    His life from mine it tore,
    At my feet a piece of gore,
    As if a part of me.

    His hand reached up to hold mine.
    I must re-load my gun.
    "My friend, I cannot ease your pain,
    In life eternal we'll meet again,
    My good comrade!"

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    For Canadians' Remembrance Day:
    "In Flanders Fields"

    by John McCrae, May 1915

    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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    No poetic offering to the vets beyond saluting those who've served on behalf of their countries. I wear a poppy to remember.

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    Do Not Call Me
    -Jr. Lt. Vladimir Pavlovich Antokolovski, 1942

    (Son to father…)

    Do not call me, father. Do not seek me.
    Do not call me. Do not wish me back.

    We're on a route uncharted, fire and blood erase our track.
    On we fly, on wings of thunder, never more to sheath our swords.
    All of us in battle fallen – not to be brought back by words.

    Will there be a rendezvous? I know not. I only know we still must fight.
    We are sand grains in infinity, never to meet, nevermore see light.

    (Father to son…)

    Farewell then my son. Farewell then my conscience.
    My youth, and my solace my one and my only.

    And let this farewell be the end of a story
    Of solitude vast and which none is more lonely.
    In which you remain, barred forever and ever
    From light and from air, with your death pangs untold.
    Untold and unsoothed, not to be resurrected.
    Forever and ever, an 18 year old.

    Farewell then. No trains ever come from those regions
    Unscheduled or scheduled. No aeroplanes fly there.
    Farewell then my son, for no miracles happen,
    As in this world dreams do not come true come true.


    I will dream of you still as a baby,
    Treading the earth with little strong toes,
    The earth where already so many lie buried.
    This song to my son, is come to its close.

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    What about St. Martin, Peguy?

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    We who are left, how shall we look again
    Happily on the sun or feel the rain
    Without remembering how they who went
    Ungrudgingly and spent
    Their lives for us loved, too; the sun and rain?

    A bird among the rain-wet lilac sings --
    But we, how shall we turn to little things
    And listen to the birds and winds and streams
    Made holy by their dreams,
    Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?

    ~ Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, 1916
    "Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one."
    Eleanor Roosevelt

    "When people see some things as beautiful,
    other things become ugly.
    When people see some things as good,
    other things become bad."
    Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

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