Memorial Day 2012

In Flanders Fields, by John McCray, May 1915

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 use who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

To those I served with,
to those I've lost,
to those I'll never get a chance to meet,
happy Memorial Day.

I've taking some time off due to illness and the end of the school year, but I am hoping to have regular blog posts starting again on Wednesday.