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In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That marks our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. ...

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That marks 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.

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  • Remember Veterans Day
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  • Table of Contents1. May 30, 2011. U.S. Memorial Day. Remember!2. For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the repeated risk of his life... Marine CorporalDakota Meyer... recipient of the Medal of Honor. True grit.3. The boy next door... the best of the Great Republic. You sleep easy through the night because ofhim... and millions like him. A Tribute!
  • Remember Veterans DayMay 30, 2011. U.S. Memorial Day. Remember!by Dr. Jeffrey LantLet us recall this day and its purpose first by reminding you of one of the most celebrated poems ofwar, youth too soon ended and of the flower that evokes it all, the blood-red poppy.In Flanders Field by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, M.D. Canadian Army (1872-1918).In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That marks our place; and inthe 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, andnow 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 ithigh.If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.When I was a boy growing up in Illinois in the late forties and fifties, every school child wasexpected to take a few paper poppies (made so we knew by wounded and maimed U.S. Vets) andcollect some pennies for them from friends and neighbors who never needed to be reminded of whatwe were doing or why they should contribute, even if it was the widows mite. And if it were thewidow or mother with a gold star always in the front window, she responded with exultation andalacrity, hugging her student visitor, and tears would soon be shed. While you didnt comprehendwhy, you soon found yourself with tears, too -- and the adults called you a "good boy" and alwayslooked into your eyes as they said so.21 in Flanders fields in the midst of war.I made my first trip to Europe, to the France I was destined to love deeply, not least for her woundsand too frequent miseries; the year was 1967. Vietnam was on the worlds agenda, rending thepeople and the nations. On this trip I (unlike all my traveling companions who had very differentlocales on their itinerary) decided to go, taking a bus tour to Flanders fields. I had helped distributethe paper poppies for many years; I knew the famous poem, and I was curious to see what thevestiges of carnage and military butchery looked like.But I little knew the power of these fields and of the palpable spirit of this place, the spirit that spoketo you, and at once: "Remember, we are your dear departed, your brothers, your fathers, your youngboisterous uncles too soon taken; the cheerful postboy and the brilliant medical student. We are here,all of us,in our millions; we wish you to understand the profundity of this place, the purpose of thisplace, the solemnity of this place... and the gripping tale, certain to impress you, that we tell in ourvery lifes blood.This is a place of unsettled ghosts, of too much loss, too much death, too many to remember and anurgent need never to forget a single one.Then of a sudden the compelling insistence of this hallowed place made itself known to you.Tourists like you, babbling of places where they had found good values and other places where theyhad not; these tourists now saw the majesty of unending death, too soon, by too many... and theirvery words stopped... as they saw around them on every side the unmitigated panoply of death...Our vehicle went slowly through these fields where death had staked its boundless claims, for morelimbs, for more blood, for more and still more fragile bodies and of a world of plans, expectations,http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 4 of 12
  • Remember Veterans Daydestinies, ended right here...You feel all at this tragic place... and are quiet like your fellow travelers; not one saying a singleword... the only sound the wheels of your vehicle, now a cortege, and the tears falling fast... whilecomplete strangers take hold of their neighbors hand and squeeze; it is all any of us can do... and weall want the warmth of life and seek it now.What I learned that day, what you must know, is the immensity of these places of eternal rest for ageneration. Here and at many similar places this generation abides for the ages, these fieldsprofoundly marked with pristine graves and simple headstones, that show the last day of their life,the first day of their oblivion.You think, you hope that the end is nigh, but you cannot say so. You cannot say anything; yourvehicle goes slowly, the better for you to understand the awe of this place... and your spirit is sorelytroubled and challenged.And still your vehicle rides through more of the unending graves, each for a life unseasonably,unnaturally ended... and one word rises before you and the other travelers: why? What could havejustified so much death and confusion, so much ended too soon, the promise of so many lives, andthese so young? Why?After several hours, your tour is ended... but the graves of Flanders fields are not at an end. They are,at tours end, what they were at tours beginning: a metropolis of the dead, where the great numbersyou see are only a tiny fraction of the unimaginable totality.And at last, from so much pain, so palpable and pathetic, comes a valiant thought. That the acres ofFlanders fields, at least in part, are the story of the greatest gift of all, to die for the good of all, togive your life so that the lives of untold others can be lived fully, happily.... having received fromthese dead their lives, their prosperities, everything that makes life worth living.Since the inception of our great republic wars, insurrections, riots, uprisings have punctuated ournational existence. And each has yielded a generous quota of good people who died that Americaand all Americans might live.The danger, my fellow countrymen, is that any part of us, any one of us should live without blessedremembrance and heartfelt gratitude to the dead... all of them expired in the unending service of thenation, our allies, and the troubled planet we aim to sooth and uplift. Every great cause, every eventwithin these causes has called upon the best among us... and has resulted in the greatest sacrifice ofall, for so many.What the dead of Flanders fields and of all Americas far-flung endeavors want is what only weliving can give. And that is our full love and devotion to such as these. We can only be fulfilled bygiving it... which is what we do today, and gladly so. It is little enough for the sublime greatness oftheir gift to us.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 5 of 12
  • Remember Veterans DayFor conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the repeatedrisk of his life... Marine Corporal Dakota Meyer... recipient ofthe Medal of Honor. True grit.By Dr. Jeffrey LantAuthors program note. For this article, there is only one song that will do: the Marines Hymn of theUnited States Marine Corps with its revered and unmistakable opening line, "From the halls ofMontezuma to the shores of Tripoli".Given that its one of the signature songs of the nation surprisingly little is known about it. Themusic is from the "Gendarmes Duet" from an 1867 revision of the 1859 opera "Genevieve deBrabant" by Jacques Offenbach, the man who wrote the music for the scandalous "Can, can." Thelyrics are more obscure because there is no known 19th century version. Legend has it that it waspenned by a Marine on duty during the Mexican war (1846-1848), hence "From the halls ofMontezuma..."On September 15, 2011 at a White House ceremony presided over by President Obama it will beplayed with the pride and flourishes it has earned for Dakota Meyer, the man fate allowed to serveinstead of die... and whose selfless heroism embodies the best of the nation... at a time whenAmerica needs to be reminded of who we are, how we got here, and the people and characteristicswe need to carry the great Republic forward...."Operation Enduring Freedom," part of the Afghan War which promised much, and delivered little.Every once in a while, the nation remembers it is at war, first in Iraq, then, very much anafterthought, in Afghanistan, where warfare is the biggest part of its history, economy and past,present and, one sadly concludes, future. Afghanistan is simply a cauldron where the many elementsof unending instability and war are blended together to create a noisome, noxious vintage. It is aplace no sensible person wishes to go... and where the words "Operation Enduring Freedom" arenothing so much as high irony, grand but unobtainable objectives, a cruel hoax. Into this unforgivingland, Dakota Meyer came to make history.The date was September 8, 2009.It was another hazardous day in hazardous Kunar province where Meyer was serving withEmbedded Training Team 2-8. There was news... and it was bad, the kind of news no Marine wantsto hear and which he instinctively wants to do something about: a group of insurgents had attackedwith savage results. Three U.S. Marines and a U.S. Navy corpsman were missing.Dakota Meyer didnt have to think about what to do... he knew. His responsibility was to rescue hisbrothers... any other action was unthinkable. Marines help Marines. And that was what he and hiscombat team set out to do as they moved forward to find and engage the enemy.Let us recreate the circumstances of that fateful day...As the combat team moved forward it was hit by intense fire from roughly 50 Taliban insurgentsdug-in and concealed on the slopes of Ganjgal village. They had to be removed to accomplish therescue mission.Meyer, trained for such an event, mounted a gun-truck, enlisted a fellow Marine to drive, and racedto attack the ambushers and aid the trapped Marines and some Afghan soldiers, too. What ensuedwas a six-hour fire fight in which Corporal Meyer called upon every feature of brain and body. TheTaliban was determined Corporal Meyer would not advance... he was equally determined that hehttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 6 of 12
  • Remember Veterans Daywould. The result was war, war in all its brutalities, in all its unpredictabilities, its confusions, andunexpected developments, war to the death between wary opponents who respected each otherscapabilities and meant to have victory... whatever must be done.Yes, Dakota Meyer meant to go forward... And his determination to do so changed dozens of lives,not least his own. He had brothers to rescue and nothing, absolutely nothing was going to stand inthe way of getting to them and bringing them back. Absolutely nothing.As he moved forward, inexorably forward, he changed lives. He saved 36 Marines and Afghansoldiers that day before he found the bodies of his 4 brothers. To get to them he performed deedsprodigious, sublime, unimaginable. Alone, he charged into the heart of a deadly U-shaped Talibanambush.But not just once... not twice... not even three times... but he went into this vortex of mayhem anddeath four times. What drives at man so, when such a forward policy could, in an instant, send himinto eternity and his mangled body home to grieving parents and relations? What drives a man atsuch a moment, when all the joys and pleasures of a young life could end in an instant?He was insistent, determined that his brothers, or whatever was left of them, should not be mutilated,humiliated, and left to rot in the inhospitable soil of this supremely inhospitable land. He did notthink of death... or valor.... or heroism. He thought of brothers, of buddies, young men as young ashe, just a moment ago bursting with hijinx and wise-cracking humor... now face down in their ownblood and the dust of Afghanistan. These brothers, spirits now, called out to Dakota Meyer... andthey did not call out in vain.Charging alone into the enraged, determined Taliban he focused on his mission... beyond thoughtsof death. At such a moment, facing fearsome odds, a man becomes so certain he will die that aprofound liberation occurs... because death is likely, he means to exact a terrible price on theenemy... and he finds hitherto unknown strengths and abilities which he is determined should befully used with deadly effect.Meyer killed 8 Taliban!Meyer personally evacuated 12 friendly wounded!Meyer provided cover for another 24 Marines and soldiers to escape likely death at the hands of adetermined and numerically superior foe!On his first foray his lone vehicle drew machine gun, mortar, rocket grenade and small arms firewhile he rescued five wounded soldiers.His second attack disrupted the enemys ambush and he evacuated four more wounded Marines.Switching to anther gun-truck because his was too damaged they again sped in for a third time, andas turret gunner killed several Taliban attackers at point-blank range and suppressed enemy fire so24 Marines and soldiers could break-out.Despite being wounded, he made a fourth attack with three others to search for missing teammembers. Nearly surrounded and under heavy fire he dismounted the vehicle and searched house tohouse to recover the bodies of his fallen team members, the brothers who he valued beyond his ownlife and who, he knew, would have done as much for him. As any Marine would...One of only 86 people to receive the Medal of Honor while still living.The Medal of Honor is the nations highest military award. It represents the highest standard ofcourage, boldness, and valor. Only 86 living people have received it and the last Marine to do so washttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 7 of 12
  • Remember Veterans DaySgt. Maj. Allan Kellogg, Jr. in 1973 for gallantry in Vietnam.Meyer, modest, polite, affable, makes it clear that he is no hero, just a Marine doing his best for hisbrothers... but we are not circumscribed in what we may say about this man who, by any reckoning,should have died that day a dozen times in Ganjgal.... but who instead delivered life to manycolleagues without thought of his own. It is fitting and proper to award such a rare and prestigiousaward to such as Dakota Meyer... a man who, so young, reminds America that great deeds areconceived in selflessness and sacrifice. God shed his grace on thee, Dakota Meyer. You remind usall of what we each must do to ensure He sheds it still on all of us and our great exercise of freedom,now challenged on all sides.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 8 of 12
  • Remember Veterans DayThe boy next door... the best of the Great Republic. Yousleep easy through the night because of him... and millionslike him. A Tribute!The boy next door... the best of the Great Republic. You sleep easy through the night because ofhim... and millions like him. A Tribute!Authors program note. When was the last time you considered the state of our Great Republic anddid anything -- anything at all -- to sustain and improve it?If you cannot immediately say and cannot recall what you did, if you have nothing but rancorousthoughts and feelings about our continuing great experiment in the governance and well being ofmankind, then stop and focus your full, undivided attention on this article and its subject: HowardHector Martell, Jr. For this day, like every other day over the past 20 years, Howard Martell hasserved us... you, me, the Great Republic, all of us able to live life as we wish because of him and hiscolleagues in every great service of our great nation.To set the stage for this story, to provide the essential sound, I have selected music from one of thegreatest public affairs programs ever -- "Victory at Sea." It is a documentary television series aboutnaval warfare during World War II that was originally broadcast by NBC in 1952-1953. The stirringmusic was composed by Richard Rodgers and Robert Russell Bennett. Rodgers, well known for astring of iconic Broadway musicals, contributed 13 "themes"; short piano compositions a minute ortwo in length. Bennett did the scoring, transforming Rodgers themes into a variety of moods, alldesigned to touch your heart and fire your imagination. The result was pure magic.Find out for yourself. Go now to any search engine. Listen to a few of the "themes" to get youstarted. I like "Hard Work and Horseplay", "Theme of the Fast Carriers" and, of course, "The Songof the High Seas." However, to honor Howard Martell, listen to "Guadalcanal March." It is theessence of what a grand march should be... the kind of march Howard has so well earned... Implaying it now as I write.New London.New London, Connecticut is a seaport city and a port of entry on the northeast coast of the UnitedStates. It is located at the mouth of the Thames River which locals demand you pronounce to rhymewith "James", unlike the great river of London, England which rhymes with hems". The folks inNew London insist upon their rendering; after all, they were part of the victorious Revolution thattossed the Brits out -- and their eccentric pronunciations. As you hear this said, you begin to graspthe fact that New London is not merely a place of picturesque aspects; just what meets the eye.Rather, it is a place where young boys glimpse the great sea at hand, so beckoning, and dreamdreams of faraway places and what life can be.Howie Martell was such a boy.He was born June 27,1973, attended local schools, graduating from Griswold High School. Peopleremember him, if they remember him at all, as shy, uncertain; a boy who would smile at you... butonly after you had smiled at him. Teachers with many students to instruct would remember himindistinctly and call him "average." But such an appraisal would have been incomplete, inaccurate,failing to capture his essence, for this boy was a dreamer of great dreams... and New London, forcenturies the home port of audacious mariners, offered him the means to live them, mere dreams nolonger.On August 10, 1992, just 19, he left the comfort of family, friends, the only place he had everhttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 9 of 12
  • Remember Veterans Dayknown, placing his future in the hands of strangers who would, in due course and short order,become comrades, a word civilians may know but so seldom understand. And so Howard Martellentered the service of the Great Republic, discovering a destination more important than any of the48 countries he came to visit. He found himself... and became a man.From this point, his resume tells the story... it is all USN, the resume of a man who studied hard,knew his business -- the Great Republics business -- and was esteemed by superiors who alwaysfound him ready to assist, eager to learn, and above all trustworthy and responsible.In the process a man was shaped who was the complete Navy professional, respected by all, able tobe, as events required, a man who could lead, a man who would be loyal, a man you wanted on yourteam, because he (and this touches the heart of this man) always stood for the success of his team,never just his own. As people came to know him, they saw this... and admired the man who putcollective success above mere personal gain. Thus the Navy took Howard Martell, once a shy boy noone could quite remember, to its heart. He received one deserved honor after another... Navy GoodConduct Medal... six times... Navy & Marine Corps Achievement Medal... four times... Global Waron Terrorism Expeditionary Medal... Iraq Campaign Medal... two times. And most telling of all aplaque from his fellow First Class Petty Officers who thereby saluted one of their own. He wasindeed the complete Navy man... a man who twenty years before had made the right decision.The need for service in the age of selfishness.It is a truism that older citizens will engage in endless rodomontades which detail the innumerableoutrages perpetrated by the young against society. How they are ill-educated, lazy, unkempt,unclean of body and language. How they cannot be depended upon... how they flout all establishedbehavior, video game obsessed wastrels who cannot be trusted and will never amount to a hill ofbeans. Thus goes the jeremiad; you can catch a whiff of it whenever two adults of fifty or so gather.From the very start of the first civilization each man steps into this argument in his maturity, aseasily as he dons casual clothes. It is one of the perqs of aging, and no senior citizen will ever giveup this sacred right to pontificate. I shall not give it up either and so I give you some pungentthoughts on the matter of service, a concept that alternates between being an afterthought and thesalvation of the nation. What we require is calm reflection and sensible policies on the matter. Andso I choose to use my words not to grumble but to exhort... to touch a shy boy or girl reading thisarticle and help them both select the responsible path, the path trod by Howard Martell andgenerations of young people before... the path of service... and the abiding need of the GreatRepublic for... you!Young friend, our way of governance, our core beliefs, the very future of our noble enterprise is notonly challenged, but at risk. You have a choice -- mindless dissipation and decay, or personaldevelopment and redemption through the bestowal of your time, mind and heart to the pressingaffairs of the Great Republic. In short, you can ignobly remain part of the problem, or becomeinfinitely more valuable as part of the solution.There is nothing neutral about this decision. It is of the greatest possible consequence and can onlybe made by you. A great idea, the greatest notion of statecraft ever propounded, the Great Republicitself awaits your verdict, hopeful, expectant, confident. Howie Martell made the right choice. Willyou?... And now it is time to end Howards military career with all the pomp and circumstance he hasearned... and which a grateful Navy can provide.Stand forward Petty Officer First Class Howard Hector Martell, Jr.. For your service, your nation,your friends, family and comrades mean to honor you before the world in due recognition for whatyou have so abundantly given... above all the gift of loyalty and fidelity to a great institution sohttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 10 of 12
  • Remember Veterans Dayneeded by this great nation.And so through each of the hallowed retirement traditions all Naval personnel know so well... untilthis event, at once festive and solemn, reaches the Shadow Box. This is a symbol of a sailors manycareer accomplishments and recognitions. Shadow boxes contain a U.S. flag folded into a triangle,ribbons and medals, insignia and revered devices. They act as a reminder of ranks earned by theretiree and the awards received. It is a mark of the highest honor and cherished accordingly. Yours,Howard, comes complete with the unqualified gratitude of the nation you have served so well... nonebetter... and the sincere thanks of us all. May God grant you sunshine and a fair wind to your manyports of call still to come.Envoi.End this article by returning to any search engine and playing the "Victory at Sea" theme. It remainsglorious.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 11 of 12
  • Remember Veterans DayResourceAbout the Author Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a widerange of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Lant is also an American historianand author of 18 best-selling business books.Republished with authors permission by Elizabeth English http://LizsWorldprofit.com.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2012 12 of 12