FurBabies by Nancy Beiman for November 11, 2024

May they always be remembered.

A moment of peace in a chaotic world.

Amen, Kate. I’m in a military and civil service family.

My father-in-law served in Viet Nam as a civil servant. He suffered from PTSD, but was not eligible for any treatment or counseling because he wasn’t military.

I had heard about poppies but I never knew about the different colors.

Wonderful salute, Kate.

Thank you for your remembrance! My dad was in WWII !

Thank you, from one that still believes in the oath I took so many years ago.

Thank you Nancy, Kate, Floof and Sirius

Love is the most wonderful of all! What a fine cartoon strip! Wonderful . .

Love that you remembered 9/11 as well as all lost in wars,, Thank You

My husband was a non-combat veteran, still proud of his service in the Army Band at the White House. He played for funerals at Arlington, and played “Happy Birthday” for Pres. Eisenhauer.

I did not know there was a white poppy to honour civilians. I thought it was only the red poppy for military personnel.

I hope no one loved or loves war. Leaders sometimes deem it to be necessary. (I concede that those trying to expand their countries – Alexander, Genghis, Putin – may not hate war. Especially if they are winning.)

Thank you for spreading awareness of civilian casualties! That has been too often ignored. It’s especially egregious right now, in multiple places around the world.

Thank you, Kate and nancy. Thanks to the vets!

Thank you to all who served. Thinking of my Grandpa and father in law, both who served in WWII.

Poppies aren’t in season, and they don’t grow well in greenhouses. That’s why they are connected with May’s Memorial Day. Plus, the “Flanders Field” poem. The silk versions are beautiful, though.

To all Veterans – Thank You for your service!

Thanks for this one, Nancy! My dad (RIP) did non-combat service in the Marines in the 1950’s.

Beautiful!❤️

Beautiful one.

Yup. Someone at the clinic brought in white ones for us to pair with the red. Nice, loving gesture. I will make sure to have both next year.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae 1872 –1918

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn 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.