PEACE is possible because of the Honor, Valor and Courage of the Men and Women who serve our Military.Serve our Soldiers by standing alongside them in opposition to the use of Water-boarding and other forms of torture by Gov't Intelligence and security contractors.
Honor our soldiers by doing something kind for a Veteran or a military family.
There are about a dozen young men and women from Kerhonkson and Accord who are currently serving. Many are in Iraq and Afghanistan facing significant danger.
Call their families, ask for the soldier's address, send a package of holiday treats and include the many day to day things they are not provided. Make their strenuous and difficult days a little brighter.
If you can afford to, take a military family out for a meal at a local diner, or maybe, get the children coupons to go roller-skating or even be a secret Santa and drop off a few extra Christmas presents.
There are a few recently discharged soldiers around. These folks need us to help them in their transition. If you know one, get going, right now! Stop by their place. Take them out for a cold one. Go fishing or hunting or 4-wheeling. Or, just hang out and watch TV. What helps most is regular camaraderie and maybe a hug or two.
Perhaps you know a older Veteran who lives alone and would love a visit. Something as simple as stopping by with a couple of beers to watch a game or maybe he hasn't gone out to the diner in a while.
Remember the past,
honor those who served and
work towards peace.
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.
work towards peace.
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.
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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