Memorial Day...


In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae


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.

Comments

Anonymous said…
The air show at Tinker was Saturday. We saw an F15 flying while we were in the truck heading to Home Depot. I asked your Dad if he felt proud when he saw the planes he use to work on. Susan and I walked on base yesterday and I was telling her how we used to have to stand at attention and salute the flag at 4 pm if we were outside. Even though I felt a moment of irritation at being caught outside at that moment (especially if raining) it quickly moved to something more than pride at the fact of how blessed I am to be an American. Remember in Okinawa they also played the Japanese National Anthem. It was the longest song but, it showed that as Americans we are not the arrogant people that some would have us believe. I hope that you and your brother caught that. I also hope that you realize how blessed you were to be military brats... You received blessings that often civilian children never experience. Love, Mom

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