To all those who served, were injured, and died for our country, I dedicate this poem. Yes, even you war protestors.

Flanders Fields (John McCrae)

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.


I can't read this poem without choking up.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Robert Davis
Gulf War I Vet

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Robert Davis