Monday, May 28, 2012


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.

















With all my heart, I thank all our warriors, be they male or female, wounded, fallen, whole and alive, past, present, and future. To those who made the ultimate sacrifice, you have my respect and my honor. May I be worthy.


I also offer my thanks to their friends and families for loaning them to the citizens of our great nation for however long their service has been, was, or will be. They too, made sacrifices.
I offer all of you my utmost respect. 


Thank you.