[Pan_Yan]

I had to send an email yesterday morning to all my clients. I included this poem at the bottom:

Whenever I see a soldier boy
No matter where it be
I give him salutation
for he means so much to me

He’s not the boy we used to know
In store, at desk or plow
He’s a defender of our faith
He’s in the service now

He keeps Old Glory flying
on land and air and sea
He lives to make our homes secure
He dies to keep us free.

© 1942 by Sam Miller

[unkus]

Thanks for posting that poem from World War II. As then, it’s appropriate now.

We must give..... “him salutation
for he means so much to me....”.