A thought for your day, with my good wishes to all  …

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.

– John McCrae, a Canadian physician who served in South Africa as well as World War I. Dr. McCrae, whose image appears in the gallery below, was a surgeon during the Second Battle of Ypres, in Belgium. You can learn more about him by clicking here.