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Don't harsh my zen, Jen!
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Hope Obama or Biden don't forget that the veterans they celebrate on memorial day aren't in attendance.
 
Back home in Montana Memorial Day was the day we planted our garden. It was the first time the soil was warm enough to do so.

We had a short growing season there.
 
In Flanders Field, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 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.
 
This isn't about a soldier - but today, for me, it will do to represent.

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I live right off Route One and I-95 in Northern Virginia and get to see and hear the thousands of bikes participating in Rolling Thunder. Four days of celebrating the reason we are free. My wife and I pay our respects at the Quantico National Cemetary every year and she took a picture of this poem today among many others.
 

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I live right off Route One and I-95 in Northern Virginia and get to see and hear the thousands of bikes participating in Rolling Thunder. Four days of celebrating the reason we are free. My wife and I pay our respects at the Quantico National Cemetary every year and she took a picture of this poem today among many others.

Will you meet up with Warrior? I'm sure the place is huge, just didn't know if you two made plans.

That is a beautiful poem.
 
Back home in Montana Memorial Day was the day we planted our garden. It was the first time the soil was warm enough to do so.

We had a short growing season there.

It was the day after Mother's Day here.
 
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