It is Memorial Day in America. Today, we pause to honor the men and women who gave their lives in service to our nation. Memorial Day began as Decoration Day, a tradition of placing flowers on the graves of fallen soldiers — a simple act of remembrance that grew into a national day of reflection. This week’s quote/poem comes from In Flanders Fields, written during World War I by Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae after losing a close friend in battle. The poppies he describes soon became a symbol of remembrance across the world.
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.

