Even if they didn’t actually die from battle wounds, they are still missed.
Wow!
Beautiful sentiments.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:/ Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn./ At the going down of the sun and in the morning/ We will remember them./. Laurance Binyon
Well done…….They have one at the door of my Walmart.
amen
Thank you, Dan.
Never forget, always remember. While we are all here picking each other apart over insignificant differences, so gave all to make that possible.
……the spirit lives on!!!!!
I had never heard of that.
Beautifully done.
NEVER FORGET.
I have been at Military Messes with the memorial table. I cry while I’m eating. Very moving.
In Flanders Fields
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.
This is an absolutely beautiful memorial. For those who cannot hear or see, you are not forgotten.
I never knew this, how wonderful
In Flanders FieldsJohn McCrae1872 – 1918In 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
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:
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.
Remember.
Darn blurry monitor.
enigmamz 7 months ago
Even if they didn’t actually die from battle wounds, they are still missed.
Ontman 7 months ago
Wow!
We has seen the enemy 7 months ago
Beautiful sentiments.
Olddog1 7 months ago
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:/ Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn./ At the going down of the sun and in the morning/ We will remember them./. Laurance Binyon
steveconkey2003 7 months ago
Well done…….They have one at the door of my Walmart.
oakie817 7 months ago
amen
Linguist 7 months ago
Thank you, Dan.
Znox11 7 months ago
Never forget, always remember. While we are all here picking each other apart over insignificant differences, so gave all to make that possible.
rockyridge1977 7 months ago
……the spirit lives on!!!!!
ladykat 7 months ago
I had never heard of that.
Mike Baldwin creator 7 months ago
Beautifully done.
ncorgbl 7 months ago
NEVER FORGET.
crazeekatlady 7 months ago
I have been at Military Messes with the memorial table. I cry while I’m eating. Very moving.
LJZ Premium Member 7 months ago
In Flanders Fields
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.
- John McCraeJudeeye Premium Member 7 months ago
This is an absolutely beautiful memorial. For those who cannot hear or see, you are not forgotten.
Jennifer Falk 7 months ago
I never knew this, how wonderful
eddi-TBH 7 months ago
In Flanders FieldsJohn McCrae1872 – 1918In 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.
eddi-TBH 7 months ago
Remember.
FreyjaRN Premium Member 7 months ago
Darn blurry monitor.