YOU, my dear Soldiers, made my Country Great...............

In Flanders Field

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

With immense respect and grateful

heart to all who bravely did their part

and gallantly fought across the sea

to keep my world safe for me

You battled Evil - Inconceivable hate

YOU - my dear Soldiers,

Made my country great

  

Thank you dear Veterans

From the bottom of my heart