Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day


"Honor them by ensuring that our future was worth the sacrifice of their tomorrows."

And I add this:

"Do not dishonor them by marginalizing the mission for which they died."

We must never forget.

Everyday is Memorial Day.


1 comment:

  1. In Flanders Fields
    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.