Veterans Day

Today, they honor us…we few

Who died… and who did not.

We few who stood before the world

And told them all, “Come git some!

You’ll wish you never had.”

 

Today, there are parades. They come,

And so do we. And some will march,

But most will watch old men

In uniforms we wore, until the guns

Were handed to your sons.

 

Today, “In Flanders Fields” is read

By children, to old men who wear

In their lapels poppies to recall

Comrades of a fallen generation

Too lost in time to still be here.

 

Today, in mountains far away,

And desert towns… Afghanistan,

Iraq… and on the morrow, elsewhere,

They will fall and die… or not,

But broken, stagger home.

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