Friday I golfed...drank cold beer, ate steak , laughed with friends , not a bad day at the office, saturday brought more of the same, a race on the beach..quality time in Bar A , a family gathering, yesterday brought relaxtion. a dip in the pool, food on the grille , brilliant sunshine, and today we visit Monmouth Park to chatt with the horsies and win some money ......somewhere in there I must find the time to lower the flag and think about how many Americans before me, currently , and tomorrow and beyond have given or will give up their live and THEIR opputunity to have a similar 4 day weekend, just to ensure that you and I can have ours.
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.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
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