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
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
Msgt. Coy A. Huskey
U.S. Army, Signal Corps
(1921-2000)
To all who have served, who serve today, who have given the ultimate in the act of service to this country; to my father who served proudly in World War II and brought the unmistakable impressions of it's physical and mental wounds home with him, and to all others who valiantly face daily what we--the civilian public, cannot imagine--you are honored.
May the time come soon when, through our better angels, we can put behind us the grievances that breed war and celebrate strictly honored memories upon Memorial Day.
May we find and keep the peace these men and women so valiantly fought and died for, and continue to do so even now.
This is the same text as last year's post, because there is still a vital need for the same words to be read, and pondered and shouted and heard throughout the land.
Until there is peace, for all, for ever.........
May we not forget.
Pax.
