Memorial Day

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

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.

–Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

Amen.

How touching… I sometimes wonder which was the worst war in terms of the level of human suffering. Then of course, I realize, war is war. It is defined by human suffering.

That doesn’t stop me from watching Platoon.

[size=75]…I can’t get enough of Barber’s “Agnus Dei.”[/size]

was? the worst wars are the forgotten or ignored wars…

manifest destiny springs to mind…

the only war that matters is life…

-Imp