Exploring

by Lieutenant Colonel 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 🙏…🕉️

R.E.D. FRIDAYS...

My brother swears the most breathtaking moments of his life unfold from the cockpit...

Sunrise spilling soft colors across the horizon & sunset setting the sky ablaze ~ I tend to believe him.

Until they all come home...

~beccawise7💜🖤