In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

In Flanders Field 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 Field.

From The Arlington National Cemetery.net.

In memory of my father (US Navy), my stepfather(US Marines), my father-in-law(US Air Force), and to the members of our Armed Forces, your service to our nation in the name of freedom will never be forgotten, ever. Rest in peace; the lit torch is being held high.

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