My heart is full today, thinking about all of the many who have given their lives in ALL the many wars we have fought since the beginning of our country. Today, I wanted to share two poems that always make me grateful for the great sacrifices of so many.
May our Memorial Day be filled with gratitude and remembrance,
The Dying Soldier
Oh brother Green, oh come to me,
For I am shot and bleeding,
Now I must die, no more to see,
My wife and my dear children.
The fighting foe has layed me low,
On this cold ground to suffer.
Stay brother stay and lay me away,
And write my wife a letter.
Oh brother I am dying now.
I do die so easy.
Surely death has lost it sting.
Because I love my Jesus!
Oh tell my wife that she must not weep.
And kiss my dear little Children
For they will call for me in vain.
When I am gone,
When I am gone,
When I am gone… into heaven.
For I am shot and bleeding,
Now I must die, no more to see,
My wife and my dear children.
The fighting foe has layed me low,
On this cold ground to suffer.
Stay brother stay and lay me away,
And write my wife a letter.
Oh brother I am dying now.
I do die so easy.
Surely death has lost it sting.
Because I love my Jesus!
Oh tell my wife that she must not weep.
And kiss my dear little Children
For they will call for me in vain.
When I am gone,
When I am gone,
When I am gone… into heaven.
In Flanders Field
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.
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.
(by John McCrae)
Thanks for your thoughts and the poetry. I am so grateful for this great nation. My grandfather gave his life in France during world War I, my brother served in the Navy, my son in law served in Iraq and my nephew was a Navy Seal. I pray for those who are fighting for our freedoms always.
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