“In Flander’s Fields the poppies blow, between the crosses row on row. That mark our place….” – In Flander’s Fields by John McRae
“That’s somebody’s son, somebody’s husband, somebody’s everything. Out there someone’s coming undone. It made me wonder if anyone really wins, when every war has to be won, with somebody’s son” (Aaron Lines’ – Somebody’s Son)
Lest We Forget.