How we shall then remember...

Even the Bible tells us not to forget those who went before us.  

This Memorial Day we remember particularly those who gave their lives for our freedoms. 

In grade school, this was one of the many poems we read. 

I still remember it to this day. You may notice a difference between the two - 

for one says grow and the other blow. 

To fully appreciate who John McCrae was and

 the original meaning behind this poem check out 

John McCrae

'Flanders Fields' On Memorial Day 

For My Uncle Dude (1923-1942)

Published in this weeks Huffington Post, a tribute to those men and women

(esp. Uncle Dude) and the significance of the red poppy  

John McCrae was a poet and physician from Guelph, Ontario
wrote it as grow yet at some point it was changed. 

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.

These word were penned on May 3, 1915 
while still at the battle front in Ypres, Belgium