Sunday, November 11, 2007

When I was young, today was known as Armistice Day for the end of the World War on the 11th day of the 11th month at 11:00 a.m. In that spirit, I offer a snippet from a poem all school children used to know, but sadly, doesn't get much airplay anymore:

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.


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD, d. 1918


I am not a veteran, but all my brothers are, and my late father was at Pearl Harbor. When he recovered from his wounds, he returned to service aboard battleships in the USN in the South Pacific until 1946.

Thanks, guys.



2 comments:

solopoesie said...

CIAO!!
UN SALUTI DALL'ITALIA

BUONA SERATA ...LINA

Darlene said...

Greetings to you from Florida, Lina! Thank you for visiting my blog.