Hi Carla,

It's me, still catching up.  Thanks for the Invitation to such a wonderful Forum.

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

May We Never Forget Those Who Died, That We Might Be Free

Hi Everyone, Happy Memorial Day, May 28, Honor Veterans, Fly the Flag!
We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have, of which we should be eternally grateful. Support our military, God and Country. Someone sent this to me by email. Pray for our soldiers.  LaNell 

 I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease..

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"

When a flag! had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.



I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea


Of unmarked graves in Arlington .
No, freedom isn't free.

Enjoy Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops