So we’ve got Armed Forces Day, which is for current members of the military. And we’ve got Memorial Day, which is for past dead members of the military. And today is Veterans Day, which is for past living members of the military.<\/p>\n
Happy Veterans Day, guys. Especially my father and brother.<\/p>\n
Of course was originally Armistace Day, commemorating the end of World War I. And that’s<\/em> a day worthy of Owen’s most famous poem.<\/p>\n Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling, In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, If in some smothering dreams you too could pace So we’ve got Armed Forces Day, which is for current members of the military. And we’ve got Memorial Day, which is for past dead members of the military. And today is Veterans Day, which is for past living members of the military. Happy Veterans Day, guys. Especially my father and brother. Of course was originally … Continue reading Veterans Day<\/span>
\nDulce Et Decorum Est<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nKnock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
\nTill on the haunting flares we turned our backs
\nAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.
\nMen marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
\nBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
\nDrunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
\nOf disappointed shells that dropped behind.<\/p>\n
\nFitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
\nBut someone still was yelling out and stumbling
\nAnd floundering like a man in fire or lime.–
\nDim, through the misty panes and thick green light
\nAs under a green sea, I saw him drowning.<\/p>\n
\nHe plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.<\/p>\n
\nBehind the wagon that we flung him in,
\nAnd watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
\nHis hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
\nIf you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
\nCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
\nObscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
\nOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
\nMy friend, you would not tell with such high zest
\nTo children ardent for some desperate glory,
\nThe old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
\nPro patria mori<\/em>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"