I don't spend this day grilling hot dogs, or pounding drinks. I'm not going out on the lake, or inviting people over. I don't think about why we were there, or even the morality behind any conflict. I remember my mates, and the things we went through. I remember the good and the bad. I give thanks for surviving, and remember those who didn't. They mattered. They gave, more than me. We all get to live because of their sacrifices. Here's to you, lads! I will remember!

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Genesis 30:25-34
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In Flanders Fields

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.
BY
JOHN MCCRAE, May 1915