In Remembrance

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.

by John McCrae, December 8th, 1915
These photos were taken by my great grandfather.
army3©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
army1©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
army2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
My grandfather and great uncle hamming it up.
army6©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
army8©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
Grandfather WWII, the little girl is my mother.
army5©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013
My uncles and my mother.
army7©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
My husband.
army9©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.
My deepest thanks to all.
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013

7 thoughts on “In Remembrance

  1. Great photos of Grandpa, Uncle Bob, Ron and Allan and of course the handsome fella at the end, Michael. Lest we forget.

  2. What a beautiful and sad poem, Jason. I think we (homes of non military) tend to forget that life goes on for us and doesn’t stand still for military families. Thank you.

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