Fields of small flags
unfurl in the gentle breeze
Urging us to remember and
honor those brave souls
Each a son or daughter
With a story to tell
Collectively painted with a brush
that paint red and white stripes
A boy, proud and determined,
set off on a journey to become a man
as his devoted mother released his hand
and folded hers in fervent prayer
A girl, focused and strong,
stood shoulder to shoulder with fellow soldiers
as childhood friends wished her well
Promising to reunite upon her return
Mothers left children
and husbands left wives
All to answer a call to join the fight
To serve and protect
Leaving a place called home
to march in foreign lands
They fought with heads held high
Supported by the arms of a nation
And when they fell
those sons and daughters
those mothers and fathers
A thousand tears mourned their loss
On this day of remembrance
we pause to thank each one
for the ultimate sacrifice
and raise our flag in their honor
Yes, may we never forget these sacrifices though many will never count them relevant to their lives
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Yes….sad when the meaning gets reduced to picnics and the true intent is forgotten.
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