I dedicate today to Cam, Trevor, Jon, Dean, Zane, and Walter. You are the reason I have my freedom. I can be whomever and whatever I want because of your selfless sacrifices. You are friends, relatives, and loved ones, but you are so much more. You are the reason I have my most priceless possession: my freedom. Though it isn't enough, though I can't say it enough: thank you.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
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.
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