For The Fallen

“A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.”

Hey Vets, (and the families and friends of Vets)  I'm still waiting to hear from you with your memories and stories.  I will be patient.  Until then, I will post what I feel you might enjoy or learn from.

This was a blog I wrote to honor Memorial Day, which was originally known as Decoration Day. These poems are dedicated to the brave soldiers, both men and women, who died serving in the American military, and the reason why there is a Memorial Day.

In 1915, John McCrae was inspired to write the following poem:

In Flanders Fields
by 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.

Also in 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own:

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.

Remember, our freedom rests on all of their shoulders ... please write down those stories and send them to share with others.  Thank you!

God Bless the USA