My annual post for those who went before: 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. Image Unavailable, Please Login
Great painting by Jim Dietz. Many of us have too many names on the wall from the 1700's until now. My grandfather's for his service in the Union Army in the Civil War to many of my friends, sons, and family who are serving now. It just goes on and on. I have a son in Afghanistan, a grandson in Afghanistan, and two more in the Army. A poor statement on mankind. A good statement on our servicemen.
