For Martin
Quote:
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.
From 2816 9th Street Berkeley, California, Martin Dahl went the full distance to France, but did not return the last 2425 miles, pausing for eternal rest in Arlington National Cemetery.
To those Americans who can read this:
The greatest way to honor our fallen military heroes is to be the kind of American worth dying for. For those of you in other areas, may you do the same for yours.
Posted 05/26/2025 5:21 pm
