I Will Remember

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  
Today I have an appointment. A most important and special appointment. I have set my watch; I will pause in the middle of a meeting. I will stop everything I am doing.

Today I will remember.

I will remember those that have paid the price physically.
I will remember those that have paid the price mentally.
I will remember those that have paid the price emotionally.

I will remember them for the world that I grew up in, I will remember them for the world that my children are growing up in. I will remember, for in that way I can say thank you for costs paid by my grandfather’s generation and for the cost paid for my generation and for the costs that future generations will have to pay.

To all those that have served and have loved those that have served, I thank you