On Easter Sunday Jill, Kate and I drove to two US Military Cemeteries to honor the fallen. The cemeteries we visited - Henri Chapelle and Neuville-en-Condroz, are both WWII memorials located in Belgium.

Although the poem In Flanders Fields was written during WWI it is timeless in it's message.

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.John McCrae

Lest we forget those who perished at sea ....

In Waters Deep

In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
There young hearts sleep...beneath the wave...
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
'Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think, "He's there."
But you can to the ocean go...
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride...
In and out...with every tide.
By Eileen Mahoney, Age 90