The Meaning of Memorial Day

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This weekend has found many of us on the water, enjoying quiet paddles and riotous group outings, and getting in our last minute $5 early bird Raft-a-Palooza registration.  Today though, especially today, on this Memorial Day, we are profoundly grateful to all those who made the ultimate sacrifice for us, for our nation, for our freedom.  We are thankful and humbled and will always remember the price those brave souls, and their loved ones, paid for us.

Canadian Lt. Col. John McCrae survived a German attack in April 1915 during World War I in Flanders, Belgium.  He assisted with burial of those lost, including a close friend.  Later, Lt. Col. McCrae noticed poppies  blooming amongst the graves.

For many decades McCrae’s following poem was known by nearly all allied nation citizens; we hope you take the time to read these words today, written about the war to end all wars – that didn’t.  Our thoughts and gratitude are with those still fighting to keep this the land of the free, home of the brave – and with the countless others who came before them.  Thank you for your service.

“In Flanders Fields”

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.