Memorial Day

A moment to remember one aspect of Memorial Day. Thank you to all the men and women who serve our Nation, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

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 Scare 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.

Major John McCrae
published 8 December 1915