May 17- Armed Forces Day





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


Lt. Col. John McCrae




The blood of heroes never dies

But lends a luster to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead

In Flanders' Fields.


Moina Michael