Wednesday, November 11, 2009

VETS DAY! - A Salute!

I've written before and saluted a Father who carried with him shrapnel, and three purple hearts, to his grave. Paul DeLand, Sr., 1st Lt. USArmy, Ret. You lived on for many years after WWII, but you paid with costs not always identifiable. You are remembered by a proud son.

"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 (1872 - 1918)"

RIP, My Father.....your work is done; little remembered, and mostly unknown due a steadfast belief by you that the horrors you saw should never be carried forward to the next generation.

Duke (Paul DeLand, II)