In Flanders Field the poppies grow
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 Field.
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 Field.
[Major John McCrae, Field Surgeon, Canadian Forces, World War 1]
taking time today to remember our military members who are no longer living. and taking time to be grateful for the freedoms i enjoy because they gave their lives.