For this we can never say thank you enough. Courageous men and woman who have given up their lives for our ability to live freely. God Bless you all. My father fought in WW II and lost his 7 siblings and parents to the war. So as a child, I was not unfamiliar with stories of fighting, surviving and being grateful to those who have done so. Yet, as I get older and possibly wiser these sacrifices seem to hold a deeper appreciation and importance. I love this poem, written in 1915 by a very inspirational woman, Moina Michaels. Ms Micheals started a movement for making and wearing red poppies in honor of the fallen soldiers.
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.