On this day annually we remember, and revere, those who, over our country’s 237 years, have sacrificed their lives in defense of our freedom.
There are many “Flanders fields” thruout the world. This moving poem, penned in 1915 by Canadian Army medical officer Lt. Col,. John McCrea upon the battlefield death of a close friend, can apply to all. It goes like this:
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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