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.
What a beautiful tribute to Memorial Day. They are patriots who love this flag & country. The opposite of the vulgar gay pride who claim the month of June.
Today is Marry Msh Hkaw Myaw @ Tsin Mai shangai nhtoi shaning .chicken u nhtoi rai nga ai re majaw shi prat hkrunlam mahkra hta Karai Wa hte rau rai lu u ga law Amen
