We Honor our Veterans

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the mornings hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die.

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918

The day The War to End All Wars ended.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

between the crosses row on row

that mark our place; and in the sky

Scarce heard among the guns below

We are the dead.  Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset go

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe!

To you from falling 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.

If only it really had been the war to end all wars................