In Loving Memory of the veterens:In Flanders Field

In flanders field,
The poppies Blow,
Between the crosses,
Row on row

We are the dead,
Short days ago,
We lived, we felt dawn,saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved,and now we lie,
In flanders field


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 flanderds field

- John McCrae