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While we are enjoying our brats and beer remember to say thanks to those who gave everything for their country. If you know someone close, please share.
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.
My Uncle Paul served on a tanker under Halsey in the Pacific and my Dad served in the same theater on a destroyer. Brothers could not serve on the same ship after the 5 Sullivans died on the same ship. My uncle is near death now and I am remembering him as a great uncle, father, husband and Pop Pop but at this time for the time he served our country in it's greatest need. God Bless you Uncle Paul and soon you will be joining your wife, son and brother.