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.
Lieut.-Col. John McCrae
November 11th. 11th hour. We remember our soldiers bravery.
I'm off to my kid's school's Remembrance Day ceremony. It is always so beautiful. They show a slideshow of the kids family members who served in the war. As far as I know none of my relatives were in World War I, but my dad served in the Angola war against Portugal and I believe my Father-in-law served in WWII.
Will you be attending a Remembrance Day ceremony?
Or just have a moment of silence at the 11th Hour?
1 comment:
Our Church had its remembrance ceremony last Sunday... it was a nice, but sad, service. Today I'm keeping all of our brave men & women in my thoughts & prayers.
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