This is the time when we remember. We remember those who fought, died, and served so we could live in freedom.

Today, freedom is changing. Greed and power is running like chaos. We have forgotten “War”. The frontline. The Trenches. Instead, War is a video game. It is not real. It is AI.

But this time, is their time. From the fog and mist of the past rise the ghosts of what once was. Man fighting man to protect what you cannot see, Freedom.

Take a moment to reflect on the words of John McCrae……..

They past the torch to us. To protect what they died for.

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae

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.