In honor of those who have served, who do serve, and who will serve.
Veteran's Day/Armistice Day
November 11th
The eleventh hour, of the eleventh month, of the eleventh day.
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
-John McCrae [on World War I]
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
-Moina Michael [response poem]
*proceed to next chapter for a story in which Gibbs honors the veterans, and a woman he loved and lost.