The Poppies Blow

On this Memorial Day, in honor of all Americans who have served their country, I offer up one of my favorites: In Flanders Fields.

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.

Before I conclude, I'll just add one more thought from my favorite General:

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the [soldiers] who died. Rather, we should thank God that such men lived." ~ G.S.P

Thank you, Veterans.