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Memorial Day

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backupr9:
IN FLANDERS FIELDS (John McCrae, 1872-1918)

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.

tracker:
Thank you for posting those fewer than 100 eloquent words. I thought about that poem the other day and read it. As stated it was written by Canadian physician Lieutenant- Colonel John McCrae on December 8, 1915.

"Only the dead know the end of war"
         George Santayana

ECR:
God Bless all those who gave all, gave some, or were simply there to protect and honor our ideologies and freedom.

This honorable day is yours. . . . . . and yours alone.

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