A LEGACY OF HONOR

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 McCrae


NO MATTER WHAT YOUR POLITICAL BELIEFS ARE OUR VETERANS ARE THE SALT OF THE EARTH.THE'VET'
MAY BE YOUR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR,YOUR WIFE,YOUR HUSBAND,YOUR DAUGHTER,YOUR SON,OR YOUR FELLOW CITIZEN.NO MATTER, HONOR AND RESPECT IS DUE.OUR DEBT TO THE HEROIC MEN AND WOMEN
IN SERVICE OF OUR COUNTRY CAN NEVER BE REPAID AND SHOULD NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.
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GOOD LUCK
mike buck
SOG/LRRP 1969

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