In remembrance......

My Dad and I shared a love for Robert Frost poetry. When he would recite "Flanders Fields" I used to think it was a Robert Frost poem. Now I know differently. Just as he would celebrate veterans day, as he was in the US Army during the Korean War, where he was based in Texas in the Medical Corps., but my mom used to poo-poo it saying he wasn't really a "veteran". Now I know differently. Miss you Dad. Happy Veterans Day. In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army 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.