Lest we forget…

Flanders Fields

Memorial Day.

Thousands of lives given up that we might live on… free.

America is the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave because of many such lives.

And thanks to thousands upon thousands of brave souls, the world is as it is today, though two great World Wars swept over it.

I’d like to meet every one of those soldiers. To shake their hands, tell them how grateful we are, and that they and their sacrifice will never be forgotten. In my heart, I visit each and every grave of someone who sacrificed their life that we might live, and live in freedom and peace, and I put a bouquet over their resting place. And I stand there, unwilling to leave, because they have gone on and I can’t tell them how thankful I am, how moved I am by their sacrifice.

On day like this, I remember.

And may we always remember… “Lest we forget”…

In Flanders Fields

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.

In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae


Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead.
The fight that ye so bravely led
We’ve taken up. And we will keep
True faith with you who lie asleep
With each a cross to mark his bed,
In Flanders Fields.

Fear not that ye have died for naught.
The torch ye threw to us we caught.
Ten million hands will hold it high,
And Freedom’s light shall never die!
We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders Fields.

America’s Answer, by R. W. Lilliard


And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– From Reply to In Flanders Fields, by John Mitchell

Torch

I love In Flanders Fields. It is just so… Encapsulating. And the responses hold the spirit of patriotism that is what Memorial Day is all about (I think). Building on what others have laid down. Sacrificing today to build a better tomorrow. Shaping a better world. “The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, and Freedom’s light shall never die!”

May all our hands reach for the torch, to hold it high, to build and to keep a better world, a free world. What a beautiful picture these poets have painted!

Remembering the fallen with you,

~ Kat

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