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.
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918), Canadian Army
Memorial Day weekend, the un-official start of summer, and a day that is filled with picnics, parties and travel. The last day of what was a 3-day and is fast tuning into a 4-day weekend, And while many communities do their part to honor their sons & daughters who gave the ultimate sacrifice in service to their country it saddens me that the meaning behind the day seems to be getting lost.
I myself will be picnicking with friends and doing a little bit of traveling. But I will also be attending a Mass on Monday and praying the Office of the Dead for all those who so valiantly gave their lives so that I may enjoy the freedoms that I do. It is my hope that you to will do something to honor them.
Happy Memorial Day!
Have fun, be safe, and please rememer the real reason for the day!
Peace to All!
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