I do sing in the choir at my school, most of you already know this, it's wonderful, I was so pleased that I made it into a high choir, but that's not what I want this journal to be about. [If you not in the mood to hear someone get sappy, then you better go read something else~]
The Poppies Grow
Between The Crosses Row On Row

Tonight, we participated in a Veteran's day concert. I was completely moved, nearly cried, but since I still wanted to preform, I kept things intact. But the important thing was seeing the actual veterans. How much they wanted to be there, committed, just like the days the went off to battle. Grateful. I am utterly grateful. The elderly are not to be smiled at and called "cute" they've been though everything we have and most likely worse.
To take that moment, one night of our busy lives to shut down whatever else was going on, and give tribute to these people. That we shall not forget the dead, or the ones who came back to tell their tales.
Thank you, all the Veterans.
That Mark Our Place
And In The Sky
The Larks Still Bravely Singing Fly

In Flanders Fields