Poppies

     ~In Flander's Field~

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.

~ Major John McCrae - 1915

As the daughter, granddaughter, great granddaughter, niece, friend, and wife of amazingly brave and selfless members of the armed forces, every day is memorial day for me. We are currently waiting for countless friends and colleagues to return from war, have recently welcomed home countless more, and know that saying goodbye to someone else may come as soon as tomorrow. 

This is what we do. And I know that I will never forget the sacrifices that have been made, and that are being made as I type this. And I hope that you won't either.