'In Flanders Fields'

Happy Veterans Day to those who served.

Here is a special thank you to the men and women who have put themselves in harm's way to defend our freedom. Let's also pause today to remember those who didn't make it home.

In honor of Veterans Day, I'd like to share a favorite poem, from World War I. Written by Lt. Col John McCrae, it is titled, "In Flanders Fields."

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.