For all who have served in over 231 years of US history

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.

My father's name was read as one of the departed veterans from the past year during the ceremony today at the War Memorial Pool.  When I blogged last night about attending the ceremony today, I did not know they would read his name.  My friend Kevin called to let me know about it. 

The parade was beautiful and the ceremony emotional.  The poem above was read by an elderly gentleman from town; it made me cry.