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.

-Colonel John D. McCrae

In Memory of the Fallen

Let us remember and honor the ones who served and ultimately sacrificed for this great nation.
We owe our freedom and livelihood to these brave men and women.

Please pass this remembrance page to everyone you know…

 

Music © Author Unknown