Armistice Day: Poppies and Remembrance

I was reminded by Mary Christine's post of  a poignantly beautiful poem written by a  Canadian doctor serving on the battlefields in World War I. His words, penned so long ago, speak not only for him, but for every veteran of every battle of every war.  May God bless you all.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
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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.