Saturday, May 28, 2011

In Memory

By Findalis of Monkey in the Middle

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915
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

Never forget their sacrifices.  Not only on Memorial Day, but everyday.

1 comment:

Henry Bowman said...

Never forget the FALLEN.....

We are here because of their sacrifice......

God Loves His Warriors.....

God Save the United States.....