In Flanders Fields
Lt. Colonel John McCrae, 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, 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.
We got lucky this year. The weather was beautiful. My daughter and I wrapped up the weekend this afternoon with a long hike in the Miller Creek drainage with our two best friends, Wen and Allie.
It was a peaceful way to end the long three days. Earlier in the day we did some garden work and I sharpened two tractor mower blades for future yard details. If you ever want to learn about your children's lives and what they are getting into at school or otherwise, simply take a long hike and just listen to them. A child will open up like a flower and soon spill all that is on her mind. We are fortunate to have the woods. 
Lt. Colonel John McCrae, 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, 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.
We got lucky this year. The weather was beautiful. My daughter and I wrapped up the weekend this afternoon with a long hike in the Miller Creek drainage with our two best friends, Wen and Allie.It was a peaceful way to end the long three days. Earlier in the day we did some garden work and I sharpened two tractor mower blades for future yard details. If you ever want to learn about your children's lives and what they are getting into at school or otherwise, simply take a long hike and just listen to them. A child will open up like a flower and soon spill all that is on her mind. We are fortunate to have the woods. 
2 comments:
I spent Monday with my best friend Dave, who served as an Lt (infantry) and lost an arm in Vietnam. The day was extra special because we were joined by the son (himself a retired Lt Colonel & Iraq I vet) of Dave's Sargeant, who drove up from his time share at Park City. The Sarge died in 'Nam. They traded comparisons of their two wars and their opposition to Iraq II.
I like that shot of RTD in front of the Rover!
I put McCrae's poem up because we have become to a degree a nation of apathy. So many have given so much for this country, like your friend Dave, who lost an arm in Vietnam. We are so fortunate to have these men and women who have served (many making the ultimate sacrifice) and are serving.
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