Saturday, November 11

Lest We Forget

To all who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom and my uncle Bruce whom I never knew
Lest We Forget
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month ...

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.

Saturday Sky


pei_girl said...

what a lovely tribute to all who lost a loved one.

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