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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In honor of those that have fallen in service to our country.
a debt we will never be able to repay.
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.
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from
The Aftermath of Battle: The Burial of the Civil War Dead
By Meg Groeling
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.
Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, who wrote "In Flanders Fields".
"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)
Some gave some - some gave all. Semper Fi.
Enjoy everyone, respect to our fallen brothers and sisters.
The article and thread are wonderful tributes.
To all the men and women who served with my dad through two wars, but never came back home. You are remembered.
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.
Grateful for all who paid the ultimate price while fighting for this country.
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