great battlefield poem by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae who was killed in the second battle of Ypres during the First World War.
In Flanders fields the poppies blowIt is the Memorial Day weekend and PawPaw is going to be busy, remembering, laughing, being with family. If you happen to see the VFW guys on the side of the road, stop and drop some money in their bucket. Get yourself a poppy and hang it from your rearview mirror.
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.