In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
still bravely singing,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
and were loved, and now we
In Flanders fields.
Take up our
quarrel with the foe:
from failing hands we throw
be yours to hold it high.
break faith with us who die
not sleep, though poppies grow
(Poem taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields)
So, here's to all the men and women who have served our country in the various battles through these many years. Thank you for your sacrifice in doing this so that we can live in a free country. God bless you.
(picture from http://www.okmilmuseum.ca/images/Flanders%20field%20banner.jpg)