On this day as I cuddle with a new life, we pause to remember those who have fallen to give us peace and freedom.
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 sunsets 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.
Thank you to all our soldiers past and present.