In Flanders fields the poppies blow …

In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915 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 …

That blood of heroes never dies … #MemorialDay2016

I want to take a moment to remind everyone of the reason we have Memorial Day. In the United States it began with the Civil War (or War Between The States) as a time of remembrance of the honored dead. Memorial Day was borne out of the Civil War and a desire to honor our …