In Flanders Fields

[canadienmike]

In Flanders fields the poppies grow

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.

Thank you to all veterens and current military for your service. And may we never forget those that gave the ultimate sacrifice so we may have freedom.

[Guest Broomhead]

Thank you,

to all of our veterans and military personal.