In memory of my father-in-law, Wayne Webb, who landed at Omaha Beach and also in the Pacific,
and
with thanks to my father and all men and women in all branches of the service: those who served, those who died,
those who still serve, and to all of their families.
Thank you. We remember.
Omaha Beach
In Flanders Fields
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.
Omaha Beach cemetery
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That’s a wonderful tribute to your father and all people of the service.
My dad fortunately didn’t have to go to Korea because he had accounting skills and they sent him to Chicago, which he managed to defend against the enemy. 🙂 I realized that I forgot to include the author of the poem but I’m glad you liked the post.
janet
Beautiful words to commemorate this day of remembrance.
Thanks. I wish I’d written them and just realized I forgot to include the author. What a powerful poem!
janet
What a powerful poem. I love it, the tight construction of the lines, the rhymes, the images, the emotional conveyances. The contrast of the larks scarcely heard amid the guns, the call to take up the quarrel and the passing of the torch (thrown). Just great. If you haven’t thought to submit this to a mag, you should. Congrats. Randy
Randy, I see I forgot to include the author. Have to go back and do that right away. It’s a classic poem about WWI, but not mine. Sorry for the confusion. I wish I could say I’d written it.
janet