I said I would not post here anymore. But I'd like to make one more. To the men and sometimes even children that lived and died in trenches with rotten feet or on fields peppered with lead, and on ships alight with fire, and those that fell from the skies. To those that died for us, and those that lived with wounds in body and mind and spirit, for us. There is no greater thing a man can do than lay down his life for his friends, his family and what he believes in as good. All the bravado of the excitement and glory of war fades very quickly for those that see the reality of it in a more real context than their Playstation box or the Hollywood film. It’s now a world where pacifism or gung ho war is seen as the only choice by people who have never seen war on their own home turf (and are thus ignorant of it). I'm proud to be part of a country that has stood firm against the greatest evils the world has seen in the last 200 years. I'm also a pacifist that hates war. But I'll not shrink from paying tribute to them that have fought and do fight for good ideals against tyranny and despotism.


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.