Terry Desilets
Active member
I honor my nephew and the countless others that have fallen in service to this nation.
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.
Cpl. Ben Desilets
KIA 22 May 2007
"God, lift the hearts of those, for whom this holiday is not just diversion,
but painful memory and continued deprivation." -- Rev. D. Kozelka (ret)
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.
Cpl. Ben Desilets
KIA 22 May 2007
"God, lift the hearts of those, for whom this holiday is not just diversion,
but painful memory and continued deprivation." -- Rev. D. Kozelka (ret)
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