please stand to colors.
100th years since guns grew still, least they think that we forget rendering honors so vain,
or stand before the gates and ask questions that can never be answered,
swift spoken we stand after, rest assured a sleep so calm, we do not forget yon sacrifice on foreign lands,
flander fields bespoke w rain, and weeping for the ground is trodden pathways crying,
for allies sacrifices are not in vain, nor the whispers of the last bugle call a wafting…
red poppies all and all we touch, we surrender a tranquility of that you feel forever.
we render honors for you, our liberty, so true.
11/11/1918 —– 11/11/2018