God Bless all those brave men and women who have so valliantly served our great nation and made the ultimate sacrifice to maintain the flame of Freedom. We will never forget your sacrifice!
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.
~John McCrae
AMERICA'S ANSWER
Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead.
The fight that ye so bravely led
We've taken up, And we will keep
True faith with you who lie asleep
With each a cross to mark his bed,
In Flanders fields.
Fear not that ye have died for naught,
The torch ye threw to us we caught.
Ten million hands will hold it high,
And Freedom's light shall never die!
We've learned the lessson that ye taught
In Flanders fields.
~R.W. Lilliard
(Thank you, Jackie, for sharing these poems. They are wonderful!)
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