Wednesday, November 11, 2009

11th Day of 30 Days of Thanksgiving

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
(1872 - 1918)
I know that I have already said that I am thankful for the soldiers.
But today I am thankful to those who came before.
Thank you Chuck, Fred, Denny, Calvin, Howard, Richard, and John.
The vets of my family.
Both living still and gone on ahead.

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