Memorial Day

It’s not about the BBQ, beer, hanging out, music, food, beaches, or the day off from work. Take a minute to think of the real meaning behind Memorial Day. Say a prayer for those who made the sacrifice, hug those who are still with us and those still protecting the freedoms we all love so much! Thank you!!


In Flanders Fields

John McCrae, 1915.

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.