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."
Thank you for your sacrifice and service on my behalf.
We owe our very lives to the brave men and women who have fought for the freedoms we enjoy this very day. From WWII soliders Noel E. Hardy and D. Ward Petersen to our sons Jonathan Scott and Phillip Noel. Thank you men for keeping liberty's flame burning brightly.
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