Better Men Honoring Better Men
The tell-tale signs of winter are fast approaching as wind gingerly sweeps leaves across the frost-sprinkled grass in no particular direction or perceivable order. Reddened leaves float across shoulders, almost with a mind of their own, laying in stark contrast to the bright rosy poppies that adorn nearly every jacket in the crowd. Airs of Lieutenant Colonel John McRae’s famed war poem whisper silently across the huddled mass, "In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses, row on row."
November 16, 2011
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