We want to take the time to remember those who fought and are still fighting and those who have paid the ultimate price for our country.
We are so thankful for all the sacrifices you made and continue to make so that we may have all that we have. Our sincere thanks and love.
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae
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.
We can't forget to remember Sgt Stubby
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