Memorial Day

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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.
 
you know,it's been 100 years since we got into that fray. I think the battle of Belleau Wood was fought this week by our own Marine Corps. Hard to believe that just a few years back,there were still a few vets left from that fight.Now there are none. The numbers from the greatest generation are dwindling down by the thousands every day. Wont be long and they will be gone also.
 
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