Memorial Day

terryandrene

Veteran Expediter
Safety & Compliance
US Coast Guard
Let's pause on this Memorial Day weekend to pause in rememberance of our fellow Americans who gave their lives in battle for our country.

We cherish too, the poppy red
that grows in fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
that blood of heros never dies,
but lends a lustre to the red
of the flower that blooms above the dead
in Flanders Fields

Moina Michael, Nov 1918
 

jujubeans

OVM Project Manager
In memory of my father, a WWII vet who recited this poem to me when I was a child.




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
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






If you see someone without a smile, give them yours.
 
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