In Flander's Fields


It's Remembrance day once more, a day to reflect and remember those who are no longer with us, those who have given their lives so that we can live in a free, safer world. I will be remembering those, not who were lost in the World Wars, but more recently in the Gulf and Afghanistan. My brother's "brothers in arms" who light up the night sky with their ever shining stars, those who came home heroes even if they were taken too soon and those who gave their ultimate sacrifice for what they believed in and the job that they loved.

We will never forget. 

We will remember.



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.


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