Whether going to a Remembrance Day service at a cenotaph or watching a service on television, I always take time on November 11th to pay my respects and say a prayer of gratitude. I always cry too. The music never fails to get to me. The ceremonial gathering of aging veterans in uniform with expressions of both sadness and pride makes my heart ache. I figure making time to express my thanks for their servitude is the least I can do.
And in the words of Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow