“In Flanders fields the poppies blowWe are the Dead. Short days ago
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 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.”
(In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, May, 1915.)
A sincere and heartfelt remembrance for all the men and women who lost their lives in the service of our country. We sometimes take the freedom they protected for granted; we can never take the sacrifice they made for granted.