We thank all the men and women, past and present, who gave up so much personally to make the world a better place. You are the true heroes of this world. We appreciate the sacrifices you made to stand on guard for us.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae penned "In Flanders Fields" in 1915. In 1918, a professor in the US wrote a poem in response and vowed to always wear a red poppy to remember those who serve in the war. Although it was written nearly a century ago, this poem remains as important and relevant as ever.
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, saw dawn, felt 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 those who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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