"Freedom has a taste to those who fight and almost die for it, that the protected will never know "

-Inscription on a wall at the Hanoi Hilton, author unknown

   Not everyone who lost his life in Vietnam died there -

   Not everyone who came home from Vietnam ever left there.                                                                  Norbet Woods                                                                          

 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.     




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