Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veteran's Day

For Rob, Janiece, Jim, Steve, Jim, Keith, Grandpa Harold, Terry, Paula, Bruce, and all the others who have given their time and their life for a cause bigger than themselves.

In Flanders Fields

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.

— Lt.-Col. John McCrae


vince said...

A wonderful poem written in WWI, and very appropriate. On a more mundane note, I will be heading out shortly to a hair place in town to get my free that the place is offering to all vets from 6 am to 2 pm.

And maybe it's not so mundane. It's nice to see a business making a sacrifice in what is tough economic times to say thank you to our vets.

vince said...

Uh, that's supposed to be "free haircut."

Janiece Murphy said...

Thanks, Tania.

Jim Wright said...

As Janiece said, thanks, Tania. Should have said it sooner, but I've been behind as usual.

Great picture, BTW