The most selfless act is to serve and respresent your country in the name of freedom and peace.

Today we honor and remember all those who have done this so that the rest of us can enjoy a life of peace and freedom. We remember you and thank you not only today but every day of the year.
On a personal note, I remember my uncle Gerald Moylan who served proudly and bravely as a U.S. Marine. Uncle Gerry was awarded the Purple Heart Military Award for being wounded in active duty while defending his country, freedeom and peace while in combat. My Uncle is no longer with us, but his memory will live in my heart forever, as with our entire family. My uncle was a loving father, husband, brother, son and a wonderful uncle to me. He was very tall and I remember screaming loudly as a little kid when he would lift me up and carry me on his shoulders. He was such a loving family man.
To soldiers everywhere, here in Canada, the U.S. and all over the world, THANK YOU. Not just today, but every single day. And to families everywhere whose family members serve to protect and defend, thank you for selfless acts of courage and bravery as well, as your loved ones leave for active service. Your strength and unselfish acts as you continue your daily lives while your sons, husbands, brothers and nephews go off to serve are also greatly appreciated. You are unsung heroes too and deserve every bit of recognition and honor as your loved ones.
I always loved this poem, written by Canadian military Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. so I am posting it here to honour those who have given the ultimate sacrifice. You are gone, but not forgotten.
In Flanders Fields
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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