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In Flanders Fields the Poppies Bloom

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Every Memorial Day, I try to read this poem. If you have a moment, please go to the website, My Memorial Day and record a video. It means a lot to the people that have served, or are serving.

At the National World War Two Museum in New Orleans, Louisiana, they will have Memorial Day rememberances. If you are on Facebook, here is the museum’s Facebook page. Like it.

Here is the poem. It was actually written during World War One. But it’s great to remember and dedicate the fallen of any war. Mind you, the idea is not to get into a war in the first place. They are awful. I know many people that have fought, and to a person none of them say it’s pleasant. It’s a gruesome experience that can haunt you. One of the great things about the National World War Two Museum is our dedication to education so that something like that is less likely to happen again.

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

Tonight, at your dinner, say a little prayer for the people in the military today. Maybe have a moment of silence for the ones that have fallen in the past.

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