Thursday, November 11, 2010
Remembrance Day
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 thanks and respect on this day to everyone who has served their country and who continues to do so. I don't come from a military family but my cousin Alan lost a foot in the Falklands.
My husband is a former Marine and his brother Tim and his other brother's ex-wife have served.
No matter how I feel about the reasons that our men and women have been sent to war; on this day I shall respect and thank them.
Please join me in doing so.
