“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.”
Kendall Harmon’s posting of this poem reminds us all of what this Memorial day is actually memorializing.
A few years ago my brothers, father and I made a trip to Europe to follow the steps of my grandfather as he fought in 79th Infantry near Verdun in World War I. We also visited the graves of friends and family who had died fighting during WWI and WWII. We ended our trip by traveling to Auschwitz to see for ourselves what those who had died were fighting for.
I’ve made up a photo album of some of the photos from that trip.