Thursday, November 11, 2010

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. 

John McCrae

1 comment:

  1. Amen to that.

    I was a little disappointed to not see any people from the VFW with the little poppies yesterday. For as long as I remember, I have bought and worn one of the little poppies on Veterans' Day.

    Today, I saw an old vet(Pearl Harbor Survivor) manning a card table and dispensing poppies.
    I said: "I came by yesterday and nobody was here." He replied: "Well, I'm 93 and sometimes I'm a little slow." So Today, I'm wearing my poppy.

    DDSP and Thanks Vets!