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In Memoriam

May 26th, 2016 by Fred Westervelt

As Memorial Day approaches my mind drifted into the topic. We know that the day sprang from the Civil War, and in my early days I recall aged veterans of that strife marching in parades. The Spanish War didn’t seem to play much of a part. Then World War I (“the war to end all wars”, remember?) contributed the ubiquitous poppy, and we each had one- stemming from Col. McCrae’s immortal “In Flanders fields the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row…”

Then shortly along came World War II, truly world-wide with its terrible carnage. We hoped for no more, only to find ourselves in Korea, then ‘Nam- and on and on. There really have been no more intervals between wars- just a continuum of combat or threatened combat- you know the names- to this day. And those who have sacrificed so much are in one or another way with us still.

“Rest, comrades, rest and sleep;
We have the watch.”

Interrupt the barbecue and the beach for a moment, and think on it even if briefly.

Poppies

May 27th, 2013 by Fred Westervelt

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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