Remembering

 

 

 

 

 

In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1915.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

600

the number of flags we passed out to our neighbors in the subdivision

 

95

the percent who made this small gesture to honor those who have given their lives fighting for our country

 

 

Today we remember.