In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
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.
(Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD, Canadian Army 1915)
Honor our veterans today (and their families) and every day. All gave some and some gave all.
And to my brothers and sisters deployed across the globe, Semper Fi!
AA