In Memory...

In Flanders field 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.

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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.

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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.

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John McCrae - 1915

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Slightly more serious than the usual, light hearted fun the blog is accustomed to...Blame the deployment, the hormones or the pride I have for my Father, my Uncles, my Brothers, my Husband and their service to this country! Today is not about the sales or the beginning of summer, it is about remembering the brave who have fallen...and frankly, one day is just not enough.

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We cherish too, the Poppy red

That grows on fields where valor led,

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies