Today is a day to remember all the brave hearts who laid down their lives in service to our great country.
My Uncle-- Rufus Weldon Hodges.
One of my favorite poems that was first introduced to me in the 5th grade... It is one that I want my boys to memorize.
In Flanders Fields by John McCraeIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved, and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.