11/11.
This is America, see her stars.
This is America, behold her stripes.
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From these fields you came, from cities large and townships small.
With fortune smiling, some returned,
But none returned with pieces all.
Each coin I spend for me I do because you paid a price.
My thanks alone are not toll enough.
Thinking of you once a year? Hardly a vice.
Instead, I look to the fields for signs of your toil;
Remembering freedom as a misnomer- gift with a cost.
Liberty paid for with many lives lost.
Never Forget. Work for what is right.