The Battlefields of Yesterday’s Ghost

From the Battle of Saratoga to the broken fields of Gettysburg.

Lay a multitude of brave souls in the shallow countryside of dirt.

Remember Omaha Beach where young boys became men and died.

Recall Korea; recall the battle of “Bloody Ridge” and its worth.

Spin forward now in a still mad world that spins out of control.

Listen to the painful cries of all whom have died.

Listen to their plea as they walk across the battlefields of yesterday’s ghost.

Remember those today, both living and dead who stood and still stand in harms way.

Remember and never forget…

The reason we still linger on is out of love for God and country…

and the soldier who gave his all…he who gave his best…

GOD BLESS AMERICA  

J. Allen Wilson © 11/11/2010

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.