"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 guns below. We are 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 with failing hands we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high. if ye break faith with us we die we shall not sleep, though poppies grow in flanders fields." -commonswikimedia.com
They risk their lives for us to sleep peacefully at night. Nobody appreciates or thanks them as much as they should with all that they do for our nation. They leave their families for months maybe even years knowing that they might not come back alive.