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Saturday, July 20, 2019
Moon Movies.

Where we were:
There are moments we all remember. For those who were alive:
Pearl Harbor
JFK shot
50 years ago today: Apollo 11 Lunar Landing.
Columbine Shooting.
World Trade Center Terrorism.
What were you doing 50 years ago today? Please post as a comment here, include link to your favorite social media site if you want. I’ll start:

Memories...
From: https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Remembrance_poppy&oldid=905255084
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. This was the poem written by World War I Colonel John McCrae, a surgeon with Canada's First Brigade Artillery. It expressed McCrae's grief over the "row on row" of graves of soldiers who had died on Flanders' battlefields, located in a region of western Belgium and northern France.

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