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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.
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.
In Your Honor
Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers,
You left behind your sisters and your brothers.
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
You put on hold, your dreams-your lives.
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
To fight for those whose freedom you granted.
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
But you carried onward, no matter the cost.
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
Many faces had haunted your dreams.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
You cried as your brothers fell all around.
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some were left with memories to face all alone;
Some found themselves in the company of friends
As their crosses cast shadows across the land.
Those who survived were forever scarred
Emotionally, physically, permanently marred.
Those who did not now sleep eternally
'Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid.
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
To those who had fought to defend our nation.
~ Author Unknown ~
Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers,
You left behind your sisters and your brothers.
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
You put on hold, your dreams-your lives.
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
To fight for those whose freedom you granted.
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
But you carried onward, no matter the cost.
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
Many faces had haunted your dreams.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
You cried as your brothers fell all around.
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some were left with memories to face all alone;
Some found themselves in the company of friends
As their crosses cast shadows across the land.
Those who survived were forever scarred
Emotionally, physically, permanently marred.
Those who did not now sleep eternally
'Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid.
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
To those who had fought to defend our nation.
~ Author Unknown ~
Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life,
not death-of life to which in their youth
they lent the passion and joy of the spring.
As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again
and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers
and destinies of good and evil our trumpets sound once more.
a note of daring, hope and will.
I see them now, as once I saw them on this earth.
They are the same bright figures that come also before your eyes and when I speak of those who were my brothers,
the same words describe yours.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~
not death-of life to which in their youth
they lent the passion and joy of the spring.
As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again
and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers
and destinies of good and evil our trumpets sound once more.
a note of daring, hope and will.
I see them now, as once I saw them on this earth.
They are the same bright figures that come also before your eyes and when I speak of those who were my brothers,
the same words describe yours.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~
7th Company, 2nd Combined Action Group. Our Brothers who didn't come home, 1970-1971. We knew each other, drank beer together, shared care packages from home. I raise my glass to all of them every year, no matter how many years pass...and to the young men and women from all our wars, Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines who will remain young forever.
Pfc Andrew Phillips
Pfc Daniel Wood
Sgt Ronald "Ron" Chapman
Pfc Dave Fogg
L/Cpl Frank Dawson
Sgt Ken Whitmer
Pfc Bob Hardwick
L/Cpl Doug Carrol
L/Cpl Larry Hoyt
Cpl Dale Hutchins
Pfc Richard Smith
HM2 Robert Lopez
Cpl Ansel Morse
Sgt John Thornton
Sgt Mahon Kelly
Pfc Johnny Briseno
L/Cpl John Sievers
Pfc Greg Keller
Pfc Glen Fiester
L/Cpl John "JJ" Arteaga
L/Cpl Dan Gallagher
L/Cpl Ronnie Ross
Pfc Andrew Phillips
Pfc Daniel Wood
Sgt Ronald "Ron" Chapman
Pfc Dave Fogg
L/Cpl Frank Dawson
Sgt Ken Whitmer
Pfc Bob Hardwick
L/Cpl Doug Carrol
L/Cpl Larry Hoyt
Cpl Dale Hutchins
Pfc Richard Smith
HM2 Robert Lopez
Cpl Ansel Morse
Sgt John Thornton
Sgt Mahon Kelly
Pfc Johnny Briseno
L/Cpl John Sievers
Pfc Greg Keller
Pfc Glen Fiester
L/Cpl John "JJ" Arteaga
L/Cpl Dan Gallagher
L/Cpl Ronnie Ross
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Our Fallen
TSgt Timothy Officer, Killed in Training, 8/3/2015
MSgt Joshua Gavulic, Killed in Training, 2/21/2014
MAJ David Gray, Killed in Action, 8/8/2012
SrA Brad Smith, Killed in Action, 1/3/2010
CW2 Dennis Hay, Killed in Action, 8/29/2005
MSgt Steven Auchman, Killed in Action 11/9/2004
A1C Ray Losano, Killed in Action, 4/25/2003
SSgt Jacob Frazier, Killed in Action, 3/29/2003
MAJ Gregory Stone, Killed in Action, 3/25/2003
SSgt Jason Faley, Killed in Training, 3/12/2001
SSgt Brian Daly, Killed in Training, 9/4/1996
SSgt Andre Berkeley, Killed in Training, 7/19/1989
TSgt Timothy Officer, Killed in Training, 8/3/2015
MSgt Joshua Gavulic, Killed in Training, 2/21/2014
MAJ David Gray, Killed in Action, 8/8/2012
SrA Brad Smith, Killed in Action, 1/3/2010
CW2 Dennis Hay, Killed in Action, 8/29/2005
MSgt Steven Auchman, Killed in Action 11/9/2004
A1C Ray Losano, Killed in Action, 4/25/2003
SSgt Jacob Frazier, Killed in Action, 3/29/2003
MAJ Gregory Stone, Killed in Action, 3/25/2003
SSgt Jason Faley, Killed in Training, 3/12/2001
SSgt Brian Daly, Killed in Training, 9/4/1996
SSgt Andre Berkeley, Killed in Training, 7/19/1989
Some great Memorial Day speeches by Oliver Wendell Holmes. I have read them over every year on the sacred day since I've encountered them.
1884 Memorial Day Speech
1895 Memorial Day Speech
1884 Memorial Day Speech
1895 Memorial Day Speech
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Glad you posted this, I got to read a little bit about “One Punch Gerry.” Seemed like a community first kind of dude.
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