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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, MD (1872-1918)

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Dear veterans,

You fought and somehow managed to survive wars, defended our nations, won our freedom, and here's the thanks you get:

http://lfpress.ca/newsstand/News/National/2005/11/11/1301855-sun.html (link now only works for subscribers)

"Many of the veterans who travelled by train from Halifax to attend Remembrance Day ceremonies in Ottawa laid their weary heads down in abandoned housing on a desolate military base last night."

I think somebody needs to be shot for this one!

Yet another post today--this time a quiz

( Well this is reassuring... )

And apparently now you have to register with OkCupid to do quizzes. Not that surprising--that's probably what most people go there for instead of to be matched up...