Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day 2010

The poem "In Flanders Fields" was written after John McCrae witnessed the death, and presided over the funeral, of a friend, Lt. Alexis Helmer.

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.

Take a moment today to remember those who've served and sacrificed to keep us free.
God Bless


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