Friends,
This Memorial Day, we honor and remember those who faithfully served in our military and made the ultimate sacrifice for our nation. The poet reminds us that our freedom is anything but free.
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.
So today, let’s remember our nation’s fallen by renewing our commitment to the freedom they preserved with their sacrifice.
God Bless,
Ted Budd
