FREEDOM HAS A PRICE

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.

OBL Could Not Hide from a Dog of War

Hero canine in Navy SEAL commando team that took out Osama Bin Laden

The article has a poll that at my last look showed that only 73% of voters correctly voted yes just like I did and just like ALL should do.