By John McCrae
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.
The members of the
House Republican Caucus join with Americans everywhere this Memorial Day in
remembering and honoring our nation’s service members who made the ultimate
sacrifice.
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