Sunday Night Reset: November 11, 2018

Your Sunday Night game is Dallas against Philadelphia. In solidarity with our Canadian brethren, I’m watching Winnipeg/Saskatchewan before heading out for a Veterans’ dinner with Dad, who was ROTC during Vietnam and retired rank Captain, US Navy.
Enjoy the night. And now, a special word from John McCrae (1872-1918).

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.