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This nation owes a large debt to all those that have fought so that the United States might remain free. As the saying goes, Freedom isn’t free. It has a price – blood.
Now we are engaged in a great global war testing whether or not the forces of darkness or the forces of light will prevail. There are those, if they could push a button and annihilate the western world, would do so in a heartbeat.
Against those evil ones, we have sent a phalanx of airmen, marines, soldiers and sailors. Tragically, in war people die. Noble and just as this war is, we must never forget the cost in human lives.
Click on the thumbnail for a very small tribute to those that have fallen in the defense of this nation. It's a rather big download, but I hope you find it worth the effort.
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.