Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
"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."
Love this picture and all that is behind it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Veterans and current service men and women! sandie
ReplyDeleteThank you! My son will be participating in services in New Brunswick today - he's in the military.
ReplyDeleteI salute them all - those who serve now and those who have served and especially those who paid the ultimate price for their duty and honor.
My nephew has just returned from Iraq and glad to have him home safe.
ReplyDeleteNeat picture. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThat is a great illustration. Yes - we honor them. I used to always call my father to wish him a happy veterans day - I miss him so much.
ReplyDelete"In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
ReplyDeleteBetween 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."
Lt. John McCrae M.D.
Canadian Army 1915
wow- Nancy's WWI poem is neat
ReplyDeleteIn like the pic cause you can pick out all the different divisions of the armed forces- even the Calvary!