It happens every year. I try to think how I could best write a proper remembrance of those brave souls who made the ultimate sacrifice so the rest of us could enjoy the freedom to live our dreams. But it never materializes because someone else already said it best. His name….Lt. Colonel John McCrae. And these are his words:
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.
Happy Memorial Day!