They sacrifice every day so we may live to be free.
Please take some time to remember our fallen soldiers this weekend. And if you have Children/Grandchildren, remind them too.
In Flanders Fields
– 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.
To those that I have never met but I owe my life and freedom to, I can’t say anything more than Thank You.
And I promise, I will never forget.