REMEMBERANCE:

It matters not, World wars 1 & 2, Boer war, Vietnam, Iraq, Afganistan, Civil wars all over the word, & a long list of etc´s, etc´s, etc´s. To our shame, & for whatever insane reasoning man gives for the excuse to go to war, it has been so since the beginning of time, so it´s about time we stopped. Today I am sitting in a field in Flanders, it is 1915, & the sun is rising. The steam from my cup of rich, sweet tea rises to meet the morning mists as I sit & remember every man, woman, child & animal whom have lost their lives to conflict, whether as soldier, or civilian, they are all heroes. The sun rises red on the horizon, & the swaying scarlet poppies wave in greeting, & in the breeze I hear the whisperings of long gone men. Here is a poem by John McCrae:
In Flanders fields, the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; & in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid guns below