In Europe, my Brother and I toured the locations where our Father had served. He served with General Patton during World War II and took part in eight major campaigns (dd214). Visiting the American Cemeteries, I learned that untold numbers of American Soldiers not only gave their life defending our country, but are interred in foreign soil. Many are still missing and unaccounted for. Give Thanks and Remember them today. I think of the words from Flanders Field, although it was written during World War I, it still rings true today.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, May 1915
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, flyScarce 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 throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
John McCrae, May 1915
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, flyScarce 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 throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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