Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Glimpses into our touching Memorial day...

Father in law reciting "Flanders Fields"

Chloe holding her flag (we were so HOT and found some shade)

Corynn's face painting work of art

My handsome guys (listening to the program)

Sadie admiring the flowers she found that had blown off the bouquets in the cemetery.

I am the biggest patriotic cry baby. I always feel so blessed when I hear the music, listen to the tragedies of war one has lived through, or as I watch the greatest generation disappear one by one. The group here of veterans is smaller each year. The thing that really gets this cry baby going is when those tough old guys themselves shed tears as they remember losing their buddies in battle and leaving their homes to protect this land we live in. They felt pain every day along with fear, duty, and love. Their tears are absolutely justified and they send me into the Kleenex dive (I usually come prepared). Bless all of our veterans. They inspire courage in me to face my daily battles. Bless the troops in action today with an enemy that is not in uniform and has no rules of war. Oh, and may God, please bless America.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.


Missy said...

It looks like your family had a good time. Thanks for sharing.

Pam said...

I went to the Salvation Army early Monday morning because their clothes were all 50% off. On my way to the store there was a beautiful poem that was recited and then they played the national anthem. I had to sit in the car a few minutes before I went into the store so I could compose myself. I am an emotional patriotic and my name is Pam :)