Our family attended a special service at our church in honor of this solemn occasion. My daughter participated as a cadet ( her first year) and I was so proud of her and all the members of the Codroy Valley Cadet Corps.
I thought I'd post the poem " In Flander's Fields" as a tribute to past and present soliders who selflessly give so much so that we can have so much. Thank you.
In Flander's Fields
In Flander's 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 falling 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 Flander's Fields.
- John McCrae
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