We Remember

A heartfelt thank you to all our veterans, past and present, and to their families, for the sacrifices they have made and continue to make in order that the rest of us can enjoy the free, democratic way of life that we do.

A journal page I made in Nov 2013

This year makes the 100th anniversary of the writing of the poem, "In Flanders Fields".  The author, John McCrae, a Canadian soldier who died of pneumonia in 1918, near the end of the First World War in which he served.  What a legacy he has left us with his touching poem, whose words we speak each year on this day.  

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.