In Flanders Fields

 In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The lark, 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.

- John McCrae

May we never forget that "all gave some, and some gave all."

Please remember to thank a veteran today.

Have a blessed day,