Veteran’s Day

on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month


 

“Y’know, it seems to me this is all backwards…. you, me ever’body, ought to keep our big mouths shut all the whole year long so’s we’d have time to think of two minutes worth of somethin’ to say on the eleventh day of November

on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month

Walt Kelly and his friends Pogo and Porkypine still say it best:

 

"Y'know, it seems to be me this is all backwards….

We, Ever'body, ought to keep our big mouths shut all the

whole year long so's we'd have time to think of two minutes worth of

somethin' to say on the eleventh day of November."

 

 

 

 to all veterans and their families, thank you.

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on this the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month

Walt Kelly and his friends Pogo and Porkypine still say it best:

 

"Y'know, it seems to be me this is all backwards….

We, Ever'body, ought to keep our big mouths shut all the

whole year long so's we'd have time to think of two minutes worth of

somethin' to say on the eleventh day of November."

 

 

 

 

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Veteran’s day – November 11 2007

take a moment on the eleventh hour of the eleventh
day of the eleventh month to remember

in Tommy, Tommy's stepfather takes dumb deaf and blind Tommy to see the Acid Queen, who promises to cure Tommy.  she places Tommy in an Iron Maiden made of hypodermic syringes and pumps him full of acid.  in amongst the visions Tommy sees his father – the late Captain Walker – and himself as tortured Christ, covered in poppies
                               

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Veteran’s Day

take a moment on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month to remember

as Garrison Keillor says: "here's a poem for today"

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrea, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army

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.


thanks to
michellemabelle, aubrey, aubrey again, maureen, the CO peeps, and any others that have shared their personal and familiar remembrances of veterans. 

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