| In Flanders fields, where once was blood, From battles for so few yards of mud, I woke from such slumber deep, And mocked the blood, the havoc wreaked. But now I show our future hope, |
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Once, my wife and I had to take a flight that had 4 other stops before arriving at the Dallas-Forth Worth Airport. At the first stop, a little white truck drove up to the plane and my wife watched it pull up to the wing. She asked, “What’s that truck doing?”
I explained that some airlines don’t completely fuel up a plane for various reasons & we were taking on more fuel. This process was repeated at the next three stops, and my wife watched the plane being fueled each time. At the last stop, I said, “You know, in spite of all these delays, we’re making pretty good time.” My wife pointed out the window and said, “I don’t know. That little truck is keeping up with us.”
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Au-E-Ness, |
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