Remembrance Day

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.

The poem of Flanders Fields honors the soldiers that are fallen in war.  These soldiers paid the ultimate price to preserve and protect our way of life.  But let us not forget the brave soldiers who are alive and are still fighting for our freedom.  Lest we forget, war is hell.  We lose good people to it and damage those who live through it.  I describe myself as a carefree spirit and many people have fought hard to make that possible.  So to all of you who have served our country...Thank you.