In honor of Memorial Day, and in remembrance of all of those who have given their lives to allow each of us to enjoy the freedoms that were granted us.
In Flanders Fields
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 amidst the guns below.
We are the dead.
Short days ago we lived, felt dawn,
saw sunset glow,
Love and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from falling 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.
Lt. Col. John McCrae, 1915
