In Flanders Field
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

In Flanders field, the poppies grow
Beneath the crosses row on row
that mark our place; And in the sky
The lark 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 field.

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 field.

Unfortunately, there are so many people who don't
realize just how many lives were laid down for the
the very freedom they take for granted on a normal
day. Be it a breakfast of their choice, what clothes they
will wear today, what their plans are for
the day, the type of car they drive or even
the job they will go to. These men and women who
laid down their lives ask for nothing in return.
So today, on this Memorial Day, please take a moment
of your day, if only a private moment of silence
privately, at least, and give them this recognition.

Did you ever think of the words to *Taps* that is
played at funerals, etc. Think about it!

Taps

"Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night.

"Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

"Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright,
God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night."


"TAPS is the most beautiful bugle call. Played slowly
and softly, it has a smooth, tender and
touching character. The bugle call was written
during the Peninsula Campaign of the Civil
War by General Butterfield, with an assist from
his bugler, Oliver W. Norton, in 1862.
"TAPS" went on from its origin as an alternative
to "Lights Out" to become not only a
signal that day was done, but also to say
good-bye to a fallen comrade.
"TAPS" is customarily played at funerals
at Arlington national Cemetery as well as at
ceremonies at the Tomb of the Unknowns there.
Its composer is buried in the Post Cemetery
at the United States Military Academy
at West Point (even though he did not
graduate from the Academy).

Eulogy for a Veteran

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the Gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author Unknown

Please remember to *Thank a Vet*

Midi: America Medly

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