To my father, who fought hard in the islands of the Pacific and who saw the death of many a good friend…
To my husband’s father, who fought hard in the jungles of Vietnam and who was awarded the Purple Heart for his valor…
And to all the courageous men and women who have fought hard and are still fighting for the defense of this great country…
Thank you.
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.
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