May 24, 2026

Freedom isn’t free

Military personnel in uniform holding American flag among cemetery headstones
A military member stands solemnly holding the U.S. flag at a national cemetery. Remembering the price of our freedom is costly and especially this year as we live through an uncertain time of rumor of war, financial challenge and general chaos. Lets return to a poem that impacted the world:

In Flanders Fields (by John McCrae)
A classic and deeply moving tribute to those who gave their lives during World War I. [1]

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.

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