Thank a vet. do it.

I'll refrain from launching into a tirade (no, really) about how this country, supposedly the best country in the world, ought to be embarrassed about how our veterans are treated (crappy benefits, poor condition of VA Hospitals--those that are even still open, that is--and so on).

I encourage you to take a look at what Chemmy had to say over at Pension Plan Puppets. And I agree with him, it's a small gesture on the part of Cherry, but has a huge impact. I have long felt a US broadcaster should do the same

I'll leave you with a famous poem by Canadian John McCrae.

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

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.