|Soldier's Cemetery in Orting, WA|
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 field.
Written by Canadian John McCrae on May 3, 1915 during WW1 after witnessing his friend Lieutenant Alexis Helmer die the day before.
Our freedoms, we owe to all the brave soldiers who willingly fought to defend this noble cause.
And all of those who willingly served in all capacities to protect and defend our nation.
We can never repay you.
With a special tribute to my Dear Father, a proud Veteran.