remember

For those who are remembered this weekend. For those who will never be forgotten...

I honor them with a part of a poem out of the Great War written by soldier-doctor John McCae (1915): In Flanders Fields

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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.