I remember you

Today I cried, and I will all day off an on all day.

My heart is too sensitive, and I cry for those that didn't come home.

Those children barely 18, those that didn't make it home, home to marry, and have families of their own.

They never came home to hug their mothers and shake their fathers hands.

We complain we haven't enough, and I am humbled and embarrassed to feel that way sometimes when we have everything we need.

A beating heart, and the right to grow old.

I remember you, I remember all of you, no matter what country you fought for, you fought because your leader told you too, while he sat comfortabley in his chair at home.

I remember you all, heros,

I remember the story of my grandfather, Ralph Cotten shot down in the line of duty, his fellow soilder held his head together with a cracked helmot, did he wonder as the choppers whoooshed over his head, did he wonder if he would see his wife, his daughter and sons.

I remember you, all of you. Thank you for your ultimite sacrifice.

I remember you, in Flanders feilds, where the poppies blow, between the crosses row by row,