Memorial Day 2021

  

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By:  kavika  •  2 weeks ago  •  13 comments

Memorial Day 2021
In Flanders fields the poppies blow










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 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


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Kavika
Professor Principal
1  author  Kavika     2 weeks ago

In honor of those that have fallen in service to our country.

 
 
 
devangelical
PhD Principal
1.1  devangelical  replied to  Kavika @1    2 weeks ago

a debt we will never be able to repay.

 
 
 
Raven Wing
Professor Principal
1.2  Raven Wing  replied to  Kavika @1    2 weeks ago

I love the Flanders poem. It says so much, and reminds us never to forget. So many have not returned from war as when they left. Many in coffins, others that are suffering mentally, physically and emotionally. Conditions that those who have never been willing to serve can begin to understand.

May the Creator guide them as they move on to their next eternal journey.

nv-wa-do-hi-ya-dv (Peace)

 
 
 
JohnRussell
Professor Principal
2  JohnRussell    2 weeks ago

from

The Aftermath of Battle: The Burial of the Civil War Dead

Sullivan Ballou (above) gained national attention for   modern audiences when Ken Burns featured him at the   end   of   the   first   episode   of   his   1990   film   The   Civil   War.   Ballou wrote a poignant letter to his wife, Sarah, just   days before being killed at the battle of First Manassas.  

“I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death—and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee…. “Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield….

“And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us…. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name. “Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.

“But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. “Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again….”

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Sullivan Ballou (March 28, 1829 – July 29, 1861) was   a lawyer and politician from Rhode Island, and an officer in the Union Army during the American Civil War.  He is remembered for an eloquent letter he wrote to his wife Sarah, one week before he was killed in the First Battle of Bull Run.

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Buzz of the Orient
Professor Principal
3  Buzz of the Orient    2 weeks ago

Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, who wrote "In Flanders Fields".

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"In Flanders Fields" is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the funeral of friend and fellow soldier Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, who died in the Second Battle of Ypres. According to legend, fellow soldiers retrieved the poem after McCrae, initially dissatisfied with his work, discarded it. "In Flanders Fields" was first published on December 8 of that year in the London magazine Punch.    (Wikipedia)

 
 
 
1stwarrior
Professor Expert
4  1stwarrior    2 weeks ago

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Some gave some - some gave all.  Semper Fi.

They would want you to barbecue.
They would want you to go to the lake.
They would want you to go to the beach.
They would want you to pop your feet up open a cold one and watch your kids play.
They would want you to rock out to some live music.
They would want you to camp.
They would want you to watch a parade.
They would want you to have a picnic in the park.
They would want you to go on a bike ride.
They would want you to go fishing.
They would want you to laugh.
They would want you to sing.
They would want you to be with friends.
They would want you to bake a pie.
They would want you to be with family.
They would want you to fly our flag. They would want you to be free.
I want you to understand the cost.... and never forget it.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men and women that died. Rather we should thank God such Men lived.”
-George S. Patton
 
 
 
Thrawn 31
Masters Guide
5  Thrawn 31    2 weeks ago

Enjoy everyone, respect to our fallen brothers and sisters.

 
 
 
pat wilson
Professor Guide
6  pat wilson    2 weeks ago

The article and thread are wonderful tributes.

 
 
 
Perrie Halpern R.A.
Professor Principal
7  Perrie Halpern R.A.    2 weeks ago

To all the men and women who served with my dad through two wars, but never came back home. You are remembered. 

 
 
 
CB
Professor Principal
8  CB     2 weeks ago

You are remembered ( all who go down in ships to the sea):

Lest We Forget
Ian A. Millar

Now see the old seaman
Not a word has he said
In silence and tribute
He remembers the dead.

Some young people question
Most veterans don't know
What it is he remembers
From so long ago.

How quickly forgotten
How sad they don't know
How they died on the Oceans
Of so long ago.

He's a bosun, a wiper
The others as well
They sailed in harm's way
In battle they fell.

Now the band they are playing
A tear or two shed
It's flowers o' the forest
For our seafaring dead.

Now see that old seaman
Whose chums there had died
He's twenty years younger
His chest swells with pride.

Some young people question
Most veterans don't know
Of the great price they paid there
So long ago.

 
 
 
Sister Mary Agnes Ample Bottom
Professor Guide
9  Sister Mary Agnes Ample Bottom    2 weeks ago

Grateful for all who paid the ultimate price while fighting for this country.

 
 
 
CB
Professor Principal
10  CB     2 weeks ago

Eternal Father Strong to Save

 
 
 
Kathleen
PhD Principal
11  Kathleen    2 weeks ago

Remembering all the brave men and women that paid the biggest price of all. 

 
 
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