May we never forget...

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.

- Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

Sorry if this is too sentimental, but we didn't take all the time to evolve and develop just so we could kill each other. War is not good.

Anyway, next time, we'll be funny again. Honest.

hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you.

Though I know that evenings empire has returned vanished from My hand, left me blindly here to stand.

My weariness amazes me I'm branded on my feet, I have no-one to met.

Hey mister tambourine man- Bob Dylan.

Let us remember those who never stepped foot on the free-land they fought so selflessly for. those who are to young or to 'important' To remember the lives that were lost upon the weary land and see and sky. And those ,most importantly, Those who survived to see the ultimate sacrifice see a vain end as we destroy all they fought for.

new comic soon. Homework is destroying me.
That and cheerios. Cheerios are always to blame.