Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Today I am remembering. Remembering my Grandpa Bud. Remembering my Grandpa Den. Remembering all the men and woman who have fought and sacrificed for my freedom. Remembering to be thankful for all that I have. Remembering to be thankful that my husband, my father and my brother have never had to go to war. Remembering to hope that my son and daughter will never have to go to war. Remembering to teach Owen and Isabelle the meaning and importance of this day. Thank You!

In Flanders Fields

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
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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