[oldtimer]

+++++++++++++++++++++++Thank you ++++++++++++++++++++++++++

[New+Guy]

In Flanders Fields
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.

[Miss+Jamaica Soul]

Thankyou for posting this on Armistice Day.It is a very humbling experience to watch the veterans, (some of them in their nineties) braving the cold and commemerating their fallen colleauges.

Thankyou to all the brave service men and women all over the world who gave up their lives for us.

Respect

Miss Jamaica Soul x

[Rambo]

Its remember Vets from the Caribbean Day also

Over 16,000 from the Caribbean served in WWII alone, not including all the "other" fights we have gotten ourselves into...
read about some of them here

http://www.mgtrust.org/car2.htm

[daniel]

better men than me. thankful for their bravery

[DAWN]

I helped serve at a Veterans Day Ceremony last night. What a wonderful group of people...so many stories and memories. They had a song play on a screen that flashed the different groups and asked each on to stand when their group was shown! It was beautiful..quite a few with walkers or wheel chairs but all stood tall when they needed to! xoxo

This was read by one of the Fellows.

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.