This being Memorial Day weekend, let us remember:
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.
John McCrae, often mistakenly attributed to Joyce Kilmer.
Author, Author, always Author
My paternal grandfather was a junior officer on the USS New York (BB-34).
I had three uncles at Guadalcanal, one onshore and two offshore. My dad and his twin brother were on their way to be landing craft drivers in the invasion of Japan when the war ended.
Fortunately, everyone came home safely. We VERY much appreciate the fact that so many didn't come home at all.
WWG1WGA
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Thanks, love that poem
Thank you for the post. Always loved that one. Have a great holiday weekend. Patriots are holding down the fort.
Thank you for posting that. ~~tears~~
May those brave dead rest in peace.