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
IN FLANDERS FIELDS POEM, Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915, during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium, by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
As we celebrate the first long weekend of the summer season here in the US, travel safely and play hard, but please take just a moment to remember why we celebrate Memorial Weekend which is to commemorate all men and women who have died in military service for the United States.